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Array ( [sid] => 109408 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I Learnt It From The Dishes [time] => 2005-11-09 19:27:08 [hometext] => subtle as a train wreck... [bodytext] => As I wander
drenched in angel tears
realization stretches like the darkness
that I am only a matchstick tree
growing frail in this sea of evergreens
and oh I was transparent like a window.

The stars envelope me
they bury me
and all I know is that there’s dirt coming in
blackened soil stained with a message
a message every bit as subtle as a train wreck.

“You were a rusted spoon but we were fine china
You were a raindrop but we were the storm”
and at this curse I drip into this pitiful pitcher
to be spilt out and named a disaster.

Good God you strolled in sweet like a summer
and I sunk down, drowned myself in the cupboards
you saw my every tarnish, every fracture
and then whispered, “Empty pitchers are easier to fill.” [comments] => 2 [counter] => 236 [topic] => 13 [informant] => rockergirl94 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

I Learnt It From The Dishes

Contributed by rockergirl94 on Wednesday, 9th November 2005 @ 07:27:08 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

As I wander
drenched in angel tears
realization stretches like the darkness
that I am only a matchstick tree
growing frail in this sea of evergreens
and oh I was transparent like a window.

The stars envelope me
they bury me
and all I know is that there’s dirt coming in
blackened soil stained with a message
a message every bit as subtle as a train wreck.

“You were a rusted spoon but we were fine china
You were a raindrop but we were the storm”
and at this curse I drip into this pitiful pitcher
to be spilt out and named a disaster.

Good God you strolled in sweet like a summer
and I sunk down, drowned myself in the cupboards
you saw my every tarnish, every fracture
and then whispered, “Empty pitchers are easier to fill.”

Copyright Â© rockergirl94 ... [ 2005-11-09 19:27:08]
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Re: I Learnt It From The Dishes (User Rating: 1 )
by weepingprophet on Wednesday, 9th November 2005 @ 08:18:47 PM AEST
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BREATHRAKINGLY AMAZING! i wish i would stumble across a style so complete and elegant as yours i enjoy this kind of writing, its simplicity is gorgeous.

---"of revenge" was deleted by the moderators and can now be veiwed only in my journal---

~weepingprophet

Re: I Learnt It From The Dishes (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 10th November 2005 @ 03:04:09 AM AEST
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A long distance for tears, a small stem, so out there, alone, deserted, no fear, you are covered with the best of the ceiling, debris here, duck, rise up, so shine on, do not crack, those tears of puddles are hopes in mighty breezes, hellish now, blissful future, eternal blessings warm in shelters of colorful, unbroken, loud sounding full vessels of life above....

Very excellent write.. I saw the opposite, a more beautiful feeling as I read along... but that is me...
Raquel Leah :D

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