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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Robert's Poem: December Flame
[time] => 2002-12-31 06:00:00
[hometext] => This poem was made about a month ago, I know that it seems a bit too much to submit. I made this poem because Robert and I have not seen eachother on a decade...well he kinda fell on my lap one night. Since then...well you get the picture after you read this poem.
[bodytext] => I don't have all the answers to every question,
thrown in the mix is emotions that we can't explain. Schemes develop and we see the outcome. A future to decide later is better than now. still images floats in my mind, I grin. Down inside me soul is the bleeding heart of a hurt poet. half-baked and hearted, da brain is fresh. I defused what you can't comprehend. Scared is what i sense. Antipathy lingers. can you run to me? Denude your feelings for me. show what I yern to see. Excellent dispositons are what I offer to your soul. a past failure can be redeemed, let me try to succeed. In time delight your senses with me, and relive a past that we can catch up to. know that I hurt feel, and live. Take it as it comes. Blanks stares become from the depths of darkness A mind runs wild in the hallucinating lights of the city. Deep down I'm empty with a plastick smile, bloated to the facts that reality used to be a friend of mine. Inside this human suit is my heart, burning like wild fire. January ambers have scarlett beauty. Tongue twisted to the point of loud silence, the butterflies quake inside me like mutated vermin. I was hoping I had nothing to gain and somethng to loose. I forget what my life is like, do I need to be this way? Under the wake of enough lust to take on the world, I want to taste your lips, touch your trembleing hand, to feel your body, Alas I can not, I lost my mind, only to gain another far from a mile. Blinded by confusion and cautious trust I wander hoping for a sign or light. The good things are made up in time, going on minute by minute. This moment is all my own, I'm ready to be with you now and forever. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 240 [topic] => 2 [informant] => darkkai [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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