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[title] => Colourful pain goes empty
[time] => 2010-11-11 16:32:18
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[bodytext] => Bloody red is spilling around like a stain on the earth It´s getting further and further on and unexpectedly it hits the eyes of viewer standing in the void far away The fresh green grass absorbs his body without asking and the hope hidden deep inside can not be masking anymore A white bird is growing up away from his shelter erasing the evidence that he´s ever been there. Viewer is standing on the burned ground, feeling like to never make any other effort ever again. And a blue calm ocean is pouring down his face like a morning kiss in the afternoon. All around the atmosphere of dusty smothering mixture is inhalating in his lungs. He sits there, head in hands howling with the pain he cant bear anymore. All fears appearing so sudden leaving his throat so sore. How could this happen in the first place? He gets calmer, breathes in, breathes out, breathes in breathes out. Pale eyes are staring to the nothingness of being. It´s like he wanted to say something, then words loose their meanings on the way. No white birds, no green grass just a red carpet of grief. All pleasures gone, so quick Looking around doesn’t mean anything, trying to move will come in vain. Maybe one day he finds his salvation, maybe one night, he wont be scared anymore. But for now, and many steps he´s supposed to take there´s no relief, he´s lost in black and white world full of pretended promises. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 113 [topic] => 48 [informant] => petulinka [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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