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[title] => The Noises and Images I See in Daily Darkness
[time] => 2007-01-30 13:34:02
[hometext] => rehab is a scary place. I don't want to go.
[bodytext] => Sitting in the dark with lights so dim listening to the sounds of night I think how beautiful silence of a moment sounds when indigo spell falls onto the ground. The calmness of the soul so torn by all the things that used to make it whole is so pleasing, unknown and full of fear of all the cures for no despair. Revving engines sound so round like a rain in a small mug they sound and round and round and round they fall like they could never fill the hole. The silent scratching on white sheet which transfers the images from my feet on these lines of blue on white with hidden meaning, magic, might. And word by word I draw your face fallen down from heaven's grace with saphire eyes of silent spell and those lips of doom i know so well And over there is that one place amazing question structured maze with all he answers you could ask under crimson red curtain of dusk I look at that bright shape of moon and I know that maybe soon my mind wil leave, my eyes will close and time will stretch like pantyhose. In a room of wisdom full relief sits on the highest stool and we will climb and try to reach verity and goodnes they all preach. On the way up there most people fall. I did too as one of all. And now I am stepping up just to try again good luck. Some have done it, some have not. Like steaming cup you can't heat hot impossible it seems my task remains as ruby red sills out of my veins. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 66 [informant] => ediii [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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