Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
||||
Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 12-June 23:35:27 AEST | ||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 35557
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Today
[time] => 2004-02-19 15:08:19
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Today She made my glorious, unbearable happiness. I can’t trust myself Not to crack brittle glass In my grasp. Not to pull down painted walls And crush cemented red brick foundations With this new borrowed strength. Today Unbearably, I cannot hope to make her happiness. Can’t hope To hold her so tight In my brittle grasp To pull down invisible walls And crush each cemented foundation of red bricked pain To reveal to her this strength. I am not enough for her. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 43 [informant] => child [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
|