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[aid] => mick
[title] => Washed Away At Sea
[time] => 2007-03-17 14:18:40
[hometext] => this can also be a poem that tells a story, but it's dark or so I thought
[bodytext] => he stands at the edge what will mommy and daddy say now? mommy will be in the corner her arms and legs scarred daddy will be behind him armed with a threat and ready he stares at this toes the sunshine against the water like a million diamonds what will the teachers say? great attempt, he can't do anything he looks into the sky clouds like puffs of cotton he stares at his heart it's on the bridge and bleeding yet still feeling faintly attached the boys at school he can show them how well he has ripped it out what a skill he looks beyond the water's edge if only he could look beyond himself the grass one hundred shades of green and glimmering in the sunlight he hears the sirens the air tickles his bare spine glancing again at his feet he licks his swollen gums and jumps daddy will be so happy maybe mommy will leave him if only in a state of depression maybe mommy will take his same path they can all focus on the baby now no need for other thoughts wind whips his shaggy hair so ebony against the sunshine the water turns so blue as he falls he feels weightless it could be he hasn't eaten in weeks it could be the wind he's so close now the sirens beat at his ear drums he feels the salt spray on his face he closes his green eyes in he falls he can hear mommy screaming he's never heard her scream like that daddy has, but nobody's supposed to know the water is lukewarm his skin tingles he wants to open his eyes so badly and to see the sun reflect on the waves from deep within the water his lungs cry for help his body floats alone two seperate parts longing for different states unclenches his fists the water licks his hands he falls into death his face wears a calm smile now there are no worries now there is nothing of him they cannot claim his body they cannot even find it not in an ocean that deep his shoes were on the bridge are now in the trash that's all he was anyway garbage but that's all over now washed away at sea [comments] => 1 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 13 [informant] => xXdeadXpoetXx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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