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[sid] => 133447
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Empty Now
[time] => 2007-04-12 04:59:12
[hometext] => ive just finished a 10 week recovery program and i tried to conclude my impressions and thoughts in this poem :-(
[bodytext] => The months I spent on spilling out all those things so deep inside passed so fast and not knowing how I reached the place in which I hide. I found resentment, opposition -the only part of Self that stayed. Dumbly brainwashed composition with parts of coolness cut out in rage Like an army, like a unit! Lust for blood was oh-so met. They came in, bit it, slit it, hit it, and ripped out all that they could get. So now I'm left here, naive and brainless with no records of what I've learned Blank wiped conscience, stranded, helpless. a little girl with no regret. To sum it up- What did I learn? Things so easy to resolve all seem. I yell and cry with no concerns as the violence of sobriety makes me scream. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 274 [topic] => 66 [informant] => ediii [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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