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[aid] => mick
[title] => ~Splinters & Fragments~Knots & Bowels~Interlude & Atomic~
[time] => 2005-07-18 19:42:02
[hometext] => HEY YOU! I DARE YOU TO COMMENT ON THIS POEM! NAW.. YOU WON'T.. YER TOO CHICKEN. lol this is probably the most cleansing poem i have ever written. i wrote it over three hours in three parts. (explains the title) please comment. :) It would make my day! ^_^
[bodytext] => Splinters & Fragments Knots & Bowels Interlude & Atomic (Interrogatory Emotional Purgation) Now I am a different colour Seldom Blue often Red, always Black inside my Head… Many times and again (I am the original) always static in my Chair, Electric – ! ((drooping to my wrist.)) mean While nose twitch! (and head has chunks) My stomach is in knots like a sailor and I am to my death to keep afloat; The world will end in a year and have I got this screen of flickering temporary to dive into your mind and leave a piece of me inside you; Myself: i have to – Would have liked to have known me; myself (I have flown) on a bike less of angels, from stairs and landing on head, and Splinters and Fragments – Insanity. I am cold again, No Expression, this is Regression and this is futile. My heart is out of its shell out of its cage and again stomach knots and bowels purge why be warm I can be cold, i’m retarded, already sold overguarded, never bold In the same place once again. Black reflection still, blue eyes are hollow glasses glint i always swallow emotions and then same will follow: anger, apathy. Frustration and helplessness vacation under duress my bed is empty, my arms are less, I’m again unsatisfied. And these poems and this pressure to perform to rising measure, I will not bring you any pleasure with my words. Green leaves and sky blue masks stiffness of pants Very red like always flood and I am dancing too seldom on my hands i’m on my knees… like porridge always grey always rape me very hard Always like a schoolteacher ruler outstretched hand. Welts and bruises and I am torn up inside like in a car crash collision @ kph (fire is licking me burn these pages burn) Interlude and atomic bombs of a mushroom …cloud ... in ... my …... head.? tick, shiver Hand of Clock many minutes round my mind! Shiny eyes racing and I am lost! back in this or in me and this is contradictory… This is it and this is the end Where cliffs and oft-referenced old come falling from the cold- ness of my shelf… ! red lines and blue lines and white lines of speed rubber on highways when i forget what i need Hours of mindset and have I found myself yet again? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 61 [informant] => SensitiveSoAbused [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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