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Forever Vacant
Contributed by
lisa99460
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Friday, 22nd April 2005 @ 12:03:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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A plague inhabits my body.
It coincides with my organs, flows with my blood,
anticipates with my mind and moves with my joints.
The poor thing, hes always unsatisfied, but
I think hes just sick of being so jaded.
My plague is named desperation.
He is crashing in my feet tonight
He goes where I go, hes quite sick and tired
of walking in circles now. Its time for a change.
He will advance upwards before you know it.
Desperation is now a virus that inhabits my waist.
He bends, he sits, he turns, he twists.
He is squished in denim and now he is quite sick
of be compressed in these tight quarters. He will move,
and he will soon be in a better place.
Desperation is now encompassing my stomach.
He settles down next to my esophagus and
he stays about a week or two. He quickly becomes sick
of the acid deteriorating his delicate figure.
Its time to move, maybe to a more fragile place.
This tiny antibody finds his way to my heart,
If he resides here, hell sure come from a broken home.
Carefree, Desperation is content in my heart.
He enjoys the strenuous chamber and the space it provides,
though my feet, hips and stomach remain void.
Strangely, desperation still resides in my heart.
He is lingering on a few weak arteries that remain.
Sometimes he cant figure how out how and why
His home is so cluttered, yet the sign still reads vacant.
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Re: Forever Vacant
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by DorianChambers on
Friday, 22nd April 2005 @ 12:53:04 PM AEST
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This is a true work of art, my heart sweld as i
read this and i read it slow, u can't help but 2
read it slow, it's captivating, it wasn't at all
hard 2 understand, your an excellent writter
very efective . . .
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