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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Queen Poetess
[time] => 2006-01-12 11:10:56
[hometext] => Writer's Block and Writing Addiction
[bodytext] => Intoxicating her mind with repeated injections of these heartbroken clichés. Wrapped up in never-ending days. Nothing ever went her way, the sun didn’t pay her heed. She was left to struggle in the shadows with only blank pages to feed. She opens her heart to the paper, leaving it to consume the ink black capsules. She scratches the story to the paper, keeping in time with the many pulses. The charm of her stories written in rhythmic spells. Captivating visions and enticing compulsions impel. It’s been a many days but she’s just chained to the pages like the silver spiral of a notebook. Many a story she has told but the wrath just keeps flowing as if from a bubbling brook. Like a sweet drug she licks the words off your lips and feeds them to her soul. Twisted and contorted; not words of console. These mournful creations may be her downfall but from her eyes is a never-ending waterfall. It is just an unbreakable curse it could never be worse. Her mascara blackened tears fall into the blank white demanding pages. She screams between the light blue lines which keep her thoughts at ease but of these she wants to break free. Under a trance she can never stop. Under your spell, her fate is to compose her journey, her story, her lies and all of your lives. Detailed and Descriptive, Real and Conclusive, Written on tear-stained pages for you to plod through. This is her story. This is her life. Her agony only comparable to her strife. Ink splotched phrases and dead end wishes. Hope illuminates her darkest days. Each word hangs onto a rope as it frays. Words etched in stone, the ages progress, the anecdote is in the Pandora’s Box. Fearing to understand the intangible as you undo the locks. Fearing to comprehend and be stable, loosening the clamp of her mind, releasing the agony inside. 1, 2, 3, 4! Opened is her imaginative door. No longer will she dwell in old stories she won’t tell but new points of view to share with you. She is no more a slave of words but a master with the key to the Pandora’s Box and how to stop the repeated injections of anguish and plunge ecstasy into her veins. She is the Queen Poetess, over words she reigns. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 69 [informant] => justme03 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => poets )
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