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Array ( [sid] => 10576 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Unravel [time] => 2003-01-17 09:00:00 [hometext] => Written for one of the best friends i've ever had the pleasure of having. Thanks for everything Andrew! [bodytext] => The boy sits on the phone to his girlfriend,
Legs crossed and propped upon the coffee table,
Freshly cut holes in his gloves, fingers protruding, wool already fraying,
Unravelling, unravelling, unravelling.

The TV is tuned somewhere between the channels, the radio speaks heated words
To combat the cold hum of the fridge.
The boy is restless, on the phone to his lady, confessing to her how he feels lucky to be with her.
His fingers pick at the holes in the gloves,
Unravel, unravel, unravel,

And now his legs are contorted, twisted out of human form,
The radio conversation becomes fierce,
And the lights flicker,
The television crackles and then the house is silent,
The house is now in darkness,
The angry radio speaks not, and the boy’s ears receive nothing,
The phone line is dead, and the house is in a coma.
He boy sits in the silent dark, picking at his gloves,
Unravelling, unravelling,

Faster and faster, and now his hands are bare,
But he continues to pick, digging his nails in, tearing the flesh,
Unravel, unravel,

But now there is nothing left,
(Unravel)
No boy,
No house,
(Unravel)
No earth,
No stars.
(Unravel)

Just a shadow of a boy.
And his conscious genius.
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Unravel

Contributed by EndEformEtrancE on Friday, 17th January 2003 @ 09:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

The boy sits on the phone to his girlfriend,
Legs crossed and propped upon the coffee table,
Freshly cut holes in his gloves, fingers protruding, wool already fraying,
Unravelling, unravelling, unravelling.

The TV is tuned somewhere between the channels, the radio speaks heated words
To combat the cold hum of the fridge.
The boy is restless, on the phone to his lady, confessing to her how he feels lucky to be with her.
His fingers pick at the holes in the gloves,
Unravel, unravel, unravel,

And now his legs are contorted, twisted out of human form,
The radio conversation becomes fierce,
And the lights flicker,
The television crackles and then the house is silent,
The house is now in darkness,
The angry radio speaks not, and the boy’s ears receive nothing,
The phone line is dead, and the house is in a coma.
He boy sits in the silent dark, picking at his gloves,
Unravelling, unravelling,

Faster and faster, and now his hands are bare,
But he continues to pick, digging his nails in, tearing the flesh,
Unravel, unravel,

But now there is nothing left,
(Unravel)
No boy,
No house,
(Unravel)
No earth,
No stars.
(Unravel)

Just a shadow of a boy.
And his conscious genius.

Copyright Â© EndEformEtrancE ... [ 2003-01-17 09:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Unravel (User Rating: 1 )
by zeppchic420 on Friday, 17th January 2003 @ 11:53:22 AM AEST
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This is a great poem. It's great how you're not afraid to tell your best friend how much he acutally means..
Cristina

Re: Unravel (User Rating: 1 )
by Tanna on Monday, 27th January 2003 @ 12:02:25 AM AEST
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Very intense, I liked it.

Re: Unravel (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 13th March 2003 @ 11:01:57 AM AEST
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well, I think it's more a homage to me than some expression of love of friendship... The foreward/dedication itself is more loving tan the poem. the poem may just look at me my virtues and my neuroses? I don't know what others may think, I see this from a funny point of view; 1st and third person... I like the poem, though it scares me because to an extent he has captured me well, and who likes looking into a mirror...?

Re: Unravel (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 13th March 2003 @ 11:04:25 AM AEST
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dude, ps. I might make some alterations if that's ok... for my animation. Just so the visuals flow better, with the text, it will be easier to partner oarts of stanzas with images

Re: Unravel (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 18th March 2003 @ 11:24:09 AM AEST
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No worries man :-)

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