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[aid] => mick
[title] => SHATTERED HOUSE: the travler (part 3)
[time] => 2006-05-01 01:30:36
[hometext] => after posting the second part to the shatttered house, i realized ihad a lot more to add... i couldnt stop writing!!! anyways this is part 3, and i will be posting a part 4 with a final conclusion tomorrow... thanks so much for all the comments!!!
[bodytext] => a foreigner standing at this door a stranger don’t know how I got here bending down I pick up the pieces off the ground scatter them around dispersing the pieces of the house and begin to see underneath the mess a stranger a travler a foreigner passing through here goin down a long windy road travel'n along, I see this broken house, broken home but it wasnt until I saw pieces of things, I began to feel the memories so familiar the pains so exquisit, too hard to bare I shuffled through the broken pieces and had a sudden flow of memories and picking up, I began... What was left of the broken frame, crying and weeping the memories I start remembering first the pain and agony while picking up the shattered windows and the shattered walls secondly feeling a chuckle and a sigh allowing my eyes to dry i remember the laughter as I take quick glances and views here of the happy sun shining moments through the open windows, upon the golden walls for this house still stands tall floods of tears falling emotionally , I start repairing getting lost in this sight as im putting it back together day and night a little insane I might but it has to be done right in the middle of this part framed house coming in, I see travelers from near and far coming in their cars one by one, getting out with tools in their hands to help taking the frames from my blistered hands they one by one start repairing for the work alone, I cant keep doing the tears I have cried upon my face, marks have dried wounds and dirt upon my face so burnt by the emotional labor I have physically poured I was just a traveler passing through here not realizing this was my own house shattered into broken pieces the pain was too great the disaster was too much weight so I left it for a long time forgetting this house was mine becoming the foreigner and traveler to my own disaster [comments] => 2 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Adelle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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