Array
(
    [sid] => 177734
    [catid] => 1
    [aid] => mick
    [title] => what the hell just happened
    [time] => 2014-02-08 19:22:14
    [hometext] => 
    [bodytext] => I<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
she struggles with <br />
<br />
tormented thoughts<br />
<br />
a stroke of genius <br />
<br />
turned to a fit of bad luck<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
you see,<br />
<br />
the love ran out<br />
<br />
her soul was left empty<br />
<br />
some speculate<br />
<br />
she just wasnt ready <br />
<br />
once she left<br />
<br />
she knew she was gone for good<br />
<br />
dreams forever dead <br />
<br />
she tried all she could<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
to fly<br />
<br />
visibly determined <br />
<br />
she wouldnt waver<br />
<br />
she remained important<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
she stole the souls from sleeping ghosts<br />
<br />
beating back monsters of seething hope<br />
<br />
a plastic stick for a sword<br />
<br />
she thinks out-loud to herself<br />
<br />
should I be concerned?<br />
<br />
shouldnt I be a little worried, if nothing else?<br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
affairs to pass the time<br />
<br />
formal events to wear a tie<br />
<br />
a sequence of floral patterns set to blow her mind<br />
<br />
she sees the world around her<br />
<br />
in invisible time<br />
<br />
she contemplates the wonders<br />
<br />
marvels at the randomness<br />
<br />
of a scum turned philanthropist<br />
<br />
of something<br />
<br />
truly altruistic<br />
<br />
she buttons her mouth<br />
<br />
applies a shiny coating of red lipstick<br />
<br />
she would never be denied<br />
<br />
pleasures this ridiculous<br />
<br />
an out- of- body<br />
<br />
experiences<br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
a certain sweetness seems to run throughout her <br />
<br />
tasty supple skin<br />
<br />
she undresses<br />
<br />
slowly<br />
<br />
her seductive dance begins<br />
<br />
she breathes <br />
<br />
the aroma of peace<br />
<br />
she sucks it all in<br />
<br />
swirls it all around <br />
<br />
gargles it all down<br />
<br />
her fears are left deceased<br />
<br />
buried 35 feet<br />
<br />
down in the bottomless ground<br />
<br />
covered with shrubbery and firmly planted trees <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
she opens the window wide<br />
<br />
sticks her head outside<br />
<br />
her warm body hides<br />
<br />
secrets of a fanciful life <br />
<br />
her voice collides<br />
<br />
heart and soul combine<br />
<br />
she is more alive<br />
<br />
nothing here to contrive<br />
<br />
real as her glow<br />
<br />
she takes it hard <br />
<br />
and slow<br />
<br />
so?<br />
<br />
who are you to judge?<br />
<br />
<br />
II<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
tempers will rise <br />
<br />
the perpetual smooth ride<br />
<br />
commences<br />
<br />
then is swiftly upended <br />
<br />
without pretenses <br />
<br />
no attempts attempted<br />
<br />
to make amends<br />
<br />
no more than fading fake frozen friends <br />
<br />
she waves <br />
<br />
being brave<br />
<br />
an affront to the fear she can not escape<br />
<br />
she continues to take and take<br />
<br />
lust is what she craves<br />
<br />
buried deep in a cave<br />
<br />
blackness shadows the truth<br />
<br />
evasive and apparently aloof<br />
<br />
she says nothing important<br />
<br />
her ignorance is our living proof<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
she dishes<br />
<br />
pain with no purpose<br />
<br />
a rush to the head <br />
<br />
stars spin <br />
<br />
sleep tight in death <br />
<br />
unconscious <br />
<br />
life resumes  <br />
<br />
gasoline to comfort the bruise<br />
<br />
black and blue<br />
<br />
vaseline to lubricate the mood<br />
<br />
rocks chill the booze<br />
<br />
romantic and hidden <br />
<br />
the white side of the moon<br />
<br />
subdued <br />
<br />
tranquility ensues<br />
<br />
everything soft<br />
<br />
at all costs<br />
<br />
she avoids what was brought forth <br />
<br />
for in the delivery <br />
<br />
comes the moment where all is lost <br />
<br />
fallen to pieces <br />
<br />
shattered lives<br />
<br />
battered mornings <br />
<br />
dreary eyes<br />
<br />
the tide <br />
<br />
turns<br />
<br />
footsteps churn<br />
<br />
the perpetrator plays with fire<br />
<br />
eventually she gets burned<br />
<br />
<br />
forced to pay her dues<br />
<br />
uptight and loose<br />
<br />
serenity hung from the noose <br />
<br />
the chair kicked out<br />
<br />
choking on fading moments <br />
<br />
and smoggy exhaust fumes<br />
<br />
as her life becomes her torment  <br />
<br />
her story <br />
<br />
yesterdays ragged news<br />
<br />
perspective skews <br />
<br />
bias views <br />
<br />
subdued <br />
<br />
returned when refused <br />
<br />
mentally abused<br />
<br />
justly accused <br />
<br />
punished <br />
<br />
for breaking very single one of gods rules <br />
<br />
spanked in the nude<br />
<br />
admonished <br />
<br />
for lurking <br />
<br />
interrupting and being ravishingly rude <br />
<br />
scavenging for scattered rotten food <br />
<br />
secluded <br />
<br />
a monster on the loose <br />
<br />
delirious and confused <br />
<br />
hide your children <br />
<br />
lock your doors<br />
<br />
load your weapons <br />
<br />
this is war <br />
<br />
she has nothing to lose<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
_____________________<br />
_______<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
    [comments] => 4
    [counter] => 310
    [topic] => 43
    [informant] => jyssvw
    [notes] => 
    [ihome] => 0
    [alanguage] => english
    [acomm] => 0
    [haspoll] => 0
    [pollID] => 0
    [score] => 0
    [ratings] => 0
    [editpoem] => 1
    [associated] => 
    [topicname] => oops
)
<html>

<head>
    <title>Your Poetry Dot Com - what the hell just happened</title>
</head>

<body bgcolor="#ffffff" text="#000000" data-new-gr-c-s-check-loaded="14.1098.0" data-gr-ext-installed="">
    <script type="text/javascript"><!--
google_ad_client = "ca-pub-7236271206914727";
/* leader */
        google_ad_slot = "9596525455";
        google_ad_width = 728;
        google_ad_height = 90;
//-->
    </script>
    <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
    </script>
    <table border="0" align="center">
        <tbody>
            <tr>
                <td>

                    <table border="0" width="640" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" bgcolor="#000000">
                        <tbody>
                            <tr>
                                <td>
                                    <table border="0" width="640" cellpadding="20" cellspacing="1" bgcolor="#ffffff">
                                        <tbody>
                                            <tr>
                                                <td>
                                                    <center>
                                                        <img src="img/Your Poetry Dot Com" border="0" alt=""><br><br>
                                                        <font class="content">
                                                            <b>what the hell just happened</b>
                                                        </font><br>
                                                        <font class="tiny"><b>Date:</b> Saturday, 8th February 2014 @ 07:22:14 PM AEST<br><b>Topic:</b> Sad Poetry</font><br><br>
                                                        <font class="content">Contributed By: jyssvw<br><br>
                                                        </font>
                                                    </center>
                                                    <font class="content">
                                                       I<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
she struggles with <br />
<br />
tormented thoughts<br />
<br />
a stroke of genius <br />
<br />
turned to a fit of bad luck<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
you see,<br />
<br />
the love ran out<br />
<br />
her soul was left empty<br />
<br />
some speculate<br />
<br />
she just wasnt ready <br />
<br />
once she left<br />
<br />
she knew she was gone for good<br />
<br />
dreams forever dead <br />
<br />
she tried all she could<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
to fly<br />
<br />
visibly determined <br />
<br />
she wouldnt waver<br />
<br />
she remained important<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
she stole the souls from sleeping ghosts<br />
<br />
beating back monsters of seething hope<br />
<br />
a plastic stick for a sword<br />
<br />
she thinks out-loud to herself<br />
<br />
should I be concerned?<br />
<br />
shouldnt I be a little worried, if nothing else?<br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
affairs to pass the time<br />
<br />
formal events to wear a tie<br />
<br />
a sequence of floral patterns set to blow her mind<br />
<br />
she sees the world around her<br />
<br />
in invisible time<br />
<br />
she contemplates the wonders<br />
<br />
marvels at the randomness<br />
<br />
of a scum turned philanthropist<br />
<br />
of something<br />
<br />
truly altruistic<br />
<br />
she buttons her mouth<br />
<br />
applies a shiny coating of red lipstick<br />
<br />
she would never be denied<br />
<br />
pleasures this ridiculous<br />
<br />
an out- of- body<br />
<br />
experiences<br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
a certain sweetness seems to run throughout her <br />
<br />
tasty supple skin<br />
<br />
she undresses<br />
<br />
slowly<br />
<br />
her seductive dance begins<br />
<br />
she breathes <br />
<br />
the aroma of peace<br />
<br />
she sucks it all in<br />
<br />
swirls it all around <br />
<br />
gargles it all down<br />
<br />
her fears are left deceased<br />
<br />
buried 35 feet<br />
<br />
down in the bottomless ground<br />
<br />
covered with shrubbery and firmly planted trees <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
she opens the window wide<br />
<br />
sticks her head outside<br />
<br />
her warm body hides<br />
<br />
secrets of a fanciful life <br />
<br />
her voice collides<br />
<br />
heart and soul combine<br />
<br />
she is more alive<br />
<br />
nothing here to contrive<br />
<br />
real as her glow<br />
<br />
she takes it hard <br />
<br />
and slow<br />
<br />
so?<br />
<br />
who are you to judge?<br />
<br />
<br />
II<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
tempers will rise <br />
<br />
the perpetual smooth ride<br />
<br />
commences<br />
<br />
then is swiftly upended <br />
<br />
without pretenses <br />
<br />
no attempts attempted<br />
<br />
to make amends<br />
<br />
no more than fading fake frozen friends <br />
<br />
she waves <br />
<br />
being brave<br />
<br />
an affront to the fear she can not escape<br />
<br />
she continues to take and take<br />
<br />
lust is what she craves<br />
<br />
buried deep in a cave<br />
<br />
blackness shadows the truth<br />
<br />
evasive and apparently aloof<br />
<br />
she says nothing important<br />
<br />
her ignorance is our living proof<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
she dishes<br />
<br />
pain with no purpose<br />
<br />
a rush to the head <br />
<br />
stars spin <br />
<br />
sleep tight in death <br />
<br />
unconscious <br />
<br />
life resumes  <br />
<br />
gasoline to comfort the bruise<br />
<br />
black and blue<br />
<br />
vaseline to lubricate the mood<br />
<br />
rocks chill the booze<br />
<br />
romantic and hidden <br />
<br />
the white side of the moon<br />
<br />
subdued <br />
<br />
tranquility ensues<br />
<br />
everything soft<br />
<br />
at all costs<br />
<br />
she avoids what was brought forth <br />
<br />
for in the delivery <br />
<br />
comes the moment where all is lost <br />
<br />
fallen to pieces <br />
<br />
shattered lives<br />
<br />
battered mornings <br />
<br />
dreary eyes<br />
<br />
the tide <br />
<br />
turns<br />
<br />
footsteps churn<br />
<br />
the perpetrator plays with fire<br />
<br />
eventually she gets burned<br />
<br />
<br />
forced to pay her dues<br />
<br />
uptight and loose<br />
<br />
serenity hung from the noose <br />
<br />
the chair kicked out<br />
<br />
choking on fading moments <br />
<br />
and smoggy exhaust fumes<br />
<br />
as her life becomes her torment  <br />
<br />
her story <br />
<br />
yesterdays ragged news<br />
<br />
perspective skews <br />
<br />
bias views <br />
<br />
subdued <br />
<br />
returned when refused <br />
<br />
mentally abused<br />
<br />
justly accused <br />
<br />
punished <br />
<br />
for breaking very single one of gods rules <br />
<br />
spanked in the nude<br />
<br />
admonished <br />
<br />
for lurking <br />
<br />
interrupting and being ravishingly rude <br />
<br />
scavenging for scattered rotten food <br />
<br />
secluded <br />
<br />
a monster on the loose <br />
<br />
delirious and confused <br />
<br />
hide your children <br />
<br />
lock your doors<br />
<br />
load your weapons <br />
<br />
this is war <br />
<br />
she has nothing to lose<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
_____________________<br />
_______<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />                                                        <br>
                                                        <br>This poem is Copyright © jyssvw<br><br>
                                                    </font>
                                                </td>
                                            </tr>
                                        </tbody>
                                    </table>
                                </td>
                            </tr>
                        </tbody>
                    </table>
                    <br><br>
                    <center>
                        <font class="content">
                            <b>Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT.</b><br>If you wish to use any poem
                            for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from<br>the sites feedback form, or go to the
                            AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission.<br>If you Email Mick for permission on
                            any poem that is not his personal works,<br>he will endeavor to contact the author on your
                            behalf.<br><br>
                            This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com<br>
                            <a href="https://www.your-poetry.com/">https://www.your-poetry.com/</a><br><br>
                            The URL for this poem is:<br>
                            <a  
                                href="https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=177734">https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=177734</a>
                        </font>
                    </center>
                </td>
            </tr>
        </tbody>
    </table>


</body>

</html>