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Array ( [sid] => 128901 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Yesterday [time] => 2006-12-01 07:17:39 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Yesterday i stood at the edge of my world looking at the people scatter like marbles across an oil slick

The earth crumbled at my feet and fell from my world to theirs

Dirty water in my veins kept my eyes open

Black smoke in my lungs kept my faith asleep

And i stood on the edge

Watched them scatter like marbles

Hands digging in an empty pocket looking for wasted years

Voices begin to reach from below

They sounds familiar and there is no introduction

The assumtion is that I recall them all

I do not

The cool sweet breeze carries the voices to my level

They start at my feet and begin to travel up my body

Sending a chill threw my whole being

This is the first thing i have truly felt ever since I reached the peak of this mountain

My isolation

Still i do not recall

I feel the voice turn into hands, cold hands they are on my shoulders

Suddenly I feel much older

The voice tells me to open my eyes and jump

My faith had risen from sleep and is speaking to me

Patience has run out and urgency rests on my shoulders ready to push me off this mountain top I have created in my head

My eyes have been opened and now i fall quickly from the lonely mountain

Back into the world

With all the marbles scattering

Dirty water runs from vein to tearducts

Black smoke clears out of my lungs threw my screams

I plummet from isolation to population

Passing all those wasted years and manufactored tears

And i am free and safe falling wrapped tight in my forgotten faith

I now join the scatter

I am a marble

You are my mountain [comments] => 1 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Recovery_poet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
Yesterday

Contributed by Recovery_poet on Friday, 1st December 2006 @ 07:17:39 AM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



Yesterday i stood at the edge of my world looking at the people scatter like marbles across an oil slick

The earth crumbled at my feet and fell from my world to theirs

Dirty water in my veins kept my eyes open

Black smoke in my lungs kept my faith asleep

And i stood on the edge

Watched them scatter like marbles

Hands digging in an empty pocket looking for wasted years

Voices begin to reach from below

They sounds familiar and there is no introduction

The assumtion is that I recall them all

I do not

The cool sweet breeze carries the voices to my level

They start at my feet and begin to travel up my body

Sending a chill threw my whole being

This is the first thing i have truly felt ever since I reached the peak of this mountain

My isolation

Still i do not recall

I feel the voice turn into hands, cold hands they are on my shoulders

Suddenly I feel much older

The voice tells me to open my eyes and jump

My faith had risen from sleep and is speaking to me

Patience has run out and urgency rests on my shoulders ready to push me off this mountain top I have created in my head

My eyes have been opened and now i fall quickly from the lonely mountain

Back into the world

With all the marbles scattering

Dirty water runs from vein to tearducts

Black smoke clears out of my lungs threw my screams

I plummet from isolation to population

Passing all those wasted years and manufactored tears

And i am free and safe falling wrapped tight in my forgotten faith

I now join the scatter

I am a marble

You are my mountain




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Re: Yesterday (User Rating: 1 )
by Sparkz16 on Friday, 1st December 2006 @ 08:07:36 AM AEST
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all i have to say is...WOW...i was definatly drawn into this...it was geat




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