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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Family Loft
[time] => 2004-12-21 17:47:00
[hometext] => Welcome to my sick world of creativity. This is the perfect first poem to give an idea of how i write.
[bodytext] => Jane and i are breaking the lock Out of the barn and away from the loft A race with the moon and a glimse behind Nobody will notice i left just in time I cant seem to feel anything real! Dont blame me daddy, its just the way i was raised Among the animals and now i grew out of that phase Of barking on command im now the hunter If winters a little cold this year more then usual.. Nobody would be surprised. Jane and I are running barefoot to the lake Away from our routine life increased with pain Careful not to wake the morning or the dead Quickly into the lake where i shall lay my head I cant seem to feel anything real! Please dont hate me daddy, its just the way i am Your hurdle of sheep i didnt mean to kill All one thousand of them hung on the ceilings by nails I wouldnt be surprised if winter comes early this year.. Nobody would feel the least bit moved. I cant seem to shake the erge of hate Im sorry for what i did but theres no regret Sacraficial offerings i gave to you out of rage Pure as their birth until they choke I cant seem to feel anything real... Now im stabbing rusted nails into my temples Stab stab you bastard, its not worth a damn I just cant see anything real worth feeling. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 50 [informant] => Levymetal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ApologyPoetry )
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