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[sid] => 106965
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => little child
[time] => 2005-10-02 23:32:13
[hometext] => a marathon of my heart. chronologically sorted over a few months, from pages of half-dead pouring out into scribbles and words on lined papers. tell me if you understand why i chose that title. no, i know you'll understand it. quote your favourite part.
[bodytext] => will she permit me to hide can god help her find that i'm a two-heart man and i hold one in my hand. i feel almost like i'm dying. no interest in anything except sleeping. i am a lethargic pool of self-absorbsion. what was that? *clap* out there. i dont know. only my exhausted fo.... drown me, whitewash, coarse. my throat is yours, i want it back, my eagle, bury your talons in the jewels of my eyes and my seed. dream between your years of bliss and sad reality i'm weak, but i'll let you dream in me. still chill locked out where are my memories wake me up doorman, this dream is too big. give me a gun with your perfume. you'll be done. goodbye. *screams* white snow red glow you'll find me below. find my creativity someone, i can't. i have nothing to give even myself. you had no plan spur on your steed leave me behind, but can i be sad? no. just miserable with sleep silverette. crystal ceilings see-through feelings you look at me, i'm below but i can see in you. white-hot television even now you know they're missing so you eat your breadcrumbs and wait for hope to fall down again. shut out the pink-cheeked shouts guilt is self-consciousness frozen in revenge hidden in a retributionary cloak is pain. shadow soar as boughs are caressed across deaths face, she smiles and senses you finally know your place. life was not lived in majesty and lace... but you will be loved and honoured there, and she always keeps her word. beauty kisses your heart, she loves your face "be mine" she says, "my love, my life" "hold me, i want to hold you too" "come to me, i've been saving for you this place." as the rush of wind you embrace, senses tingle with thanks for their fate, happiness spills from your now found whole, and night will live brightly in your soul. steal away my seas tumbling down silver mountains on my steed named tide we crest the peaks together shatter shiver shudder shave shoot she.... bury me down between two clay mountains you'll find my soul, lost in the heart of their heat cut out the stone the one i called to me the one i fled from in my sleep. salizbury dreaming parade around me garishly peaceful, bodies moving in their own cotton waterfall cricling around their prey, sigh and die soft lips not sharp pain i want your innocence to set me free.. take me with you, through the stone angels. the only drag is what my heart doesnt feel... would you break your ack to lift me? would you carry my shattered peace? because i promise that if you take me home i'll watch over you there forever. to be so unable to sin yet able to recieve and appreciate love what happiness to have no choice.... would that i had never been trusted with independance. would that i gave adore. who as it that said you should wish on a shooting star. i've made a wish every time and every time that wish never came true. but that was because i hadn't learnt how to ask. light glares down on the dummy watch him sweat. he knows all your secrets, but no mouth to share them with. we all move forward, but what happens when you stop? hurt your walls, sinner, he's your pig, your jesus. night mornings, when you wake then hide on your side of the bed, you can only escape for so long. skin him, your scapegoat; i'll help you spin his fleece. dance with your father, his floor is red, his roof is stone. the devils in the kitchen, home sweet home. shallower than glass underneath my steps down, into the dark, or is it light, i gave my eyes for your hunger yet i guide myself still. walk in front of me, its harder to stab yourself in the back and i've walked in front of you for too long. its your head. always do your best. why cant it be my head for you without the risk. heaven's laire find me there holy soul seek mine in my prayer underneath the black velvet, see our future. read my blood there shadow is my niche burn my sheets the demon hides you, my fair touch i would forget what can you do when you reach the start and its not back far enough yet i can give you peace, for a price if you only had the courage to take your pound and taste your life. squeeze the life out just to feel a little validate your strain the first thirteen months are free you know the way we rhythmise synthetic prize chordal suicide identify a man as dead to intimacy. like a child. dead leading a child. and woman knowing and seeing all. but she accepts because this is life. substantiate your axiom!!! and if you cant youre nothing more than a fake hiding behind articulate drivel. and i convince myself this is right to compensate for my sense of intellectual worthlessness. your individual life knows what word should be here. the dream of emotion. swallowing my life the ocean drowning in my dreams of naivety filling my lungs with the ocean of my pain, every sense shrieking its exhileration wills me to bleed away for if i had certainty of this bliss as my grief for giving my life....then.... no green forest dripping with idyllic peace, caressing my childhood happiness, or snow withness, its cold numbing my thrilled canvas face, could surpass it, and in letting go i would win this game called life. use up the last, it doesnt matter when you can see the end, pretend to give you choice in something you never had. inspiration is a demon break your breath, we'll bring you luck but you arent allowed to know 8 hours is a blink, take me my mind is my hell, dragged into dead i wish my eyes would lie when your mind makes more sense. blacker than black. blacker than a whore without regret. look in my eyes and see a darkness you've never seen before. we can only find what we choose mother, let me be our rules break out you wish yeah the door is locked yeah safe tooth, watch out bite back, bite fate say hello to me take me baby and when i've left for home dont think about me i see the back of your head and it looks so weak no i can't mother let me be our rules hands, let me be our needs/tools wet night, 9 days away we would have been high hold your course true god is coming for you do you know what high means, little child sit on my shoulders and find the world. sit on my shoulders and we'll find our way home. captured in flight, reach into your mind as you see with closed eyes join you in your consciousness, i appear the water gasps over our shoulders. even through the falls i feel your kiss on my cheek. name our love, eve, god it feels like its only you and me. shatter...clear.... we soar together show me your soul made with your hands follow into the cradle of my first prism reflect.....in me reflect.....in me reflect.....in me .....with your hands underneath me what meaning do bodies have we will find each other in the dirt chocolate condom im not food for your mistakes so eat me, eat me its not all head absolution, but you dont realise the cost you haven't seen me yet flight into flow white hairs never show the days fly by star-hand, child, take me slow do you know what high means, little child [comments] => 3 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 75 [informant] => lapse [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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