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Array ( [sid] => 134840 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Day after Day [time] => 2007-05-31 14:15:13 [hometext] => this doesnt really ahve an ending. ill work on it someday. [bodytext] => The threatening sound of a school bell ring
she heard and shivered. Yet again
September sun was ending its sting
as she go out of the four wheeled hot boxed den
with the bestest of friends- creamy white smoke.
The birds started to sing loud.
Day after day, toke after toke.
She tried different colors to blend with the crowd
when all that she wanted was to stay away
but still talk to the cool ones- the so called friends.
Line after line, day after day.
Thinking about it her memories blend;
A creature on a bed with open eyes
and mouth. Looking so dead as a live one can look,
by a family shock she shed her disguise
and ashamed, she thought: " If I life my took,
I wouldn't hurt,the nosebleed would stop,
no worries at all. But let's just stay here."
But since then the thought, however much it was slapped,
stayed enclosed in an colorless sphere.
Dazzling days by the green herb calmed
left their mark on the creature's soul
like big pink flowers by a strong wind harmed;
to the ground bent with an arched back of a fool.
She carried the burden of lack of worth.
Sometimes tears were traded for blood
as the pain of the body never equalled the hurt
of parental hatred in the form of a flood.
Too drowned in her life she chose to choose death
and drowned her soul for the hatred of self.
However, those whom she died for woke her into a breath
but the temptation to leave was wearing a stealth.
A knife into a vein-Damn.Too drunk. She missed.
"She's cutting!Oh God! She's killing herself!"
-the cry of her mother was music to her ears
like rainbowy day painted with pastels.
Three months of treatment and brainwashing went down
after that she finally is a woman - so strong.
But still those who hate her don't accept the sound
of belief in sobriety which to her now belongs.

*

Why so they ask questions to prove me wrong
without listening to a word that leaves my mind
and with them its just like a skipping song,
they believe what they want and they still think they're so kind. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 300 [topic] => 66 [informant] => ediii [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )

Day after Day

Contributed by ediii on Thursday, 31st May 2007 @ 02:15:13 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

The threatening sound of a school bell ring
she heard and shivered. Yet again
September sun was ending its sting
as she go out of the four wheeled hot boxed den
with the bestest of friends- creamy white smoke.
The birds started to sing loud.
Day after day, toke after toke.
She tried different colors to blend with the crowd
when all that she wanted was to stay away
but still talk to the cool ones- the so called friends.
Line after line, day after day.
Thinking about it her memories blend;
A creature on a bed with open eyes
and mouth. Looking so dead as a live one can look,
by a family shock she shed her disguise
and ashamed, she thought: " If I life my took,
I wouldn't hurt,the nosebleed would stop,
no worries at all. But let's just stay here."
But since then the thought, however much it was slapped,
stayed enclosed in an colorless sphere.
Dazzling days by the green herb calmed
left their mark on the creature's soul
like big pink flowers by a strong wind harmed;
to the ground bent with an arched back of a fool.
She carried the burden of lack of worth.
Sometimes tears were traded for blood
as the pain of the body never equalled the hurt
of parental hatred in the form of a flood.
Too drowned in her life she chose to choose death
and drowned her soul for the hatred of self.
However, those whom she died for woke her into a breath
but the temptation to leave was wearing a stealth.
A knife into a vein-Damn.Too drunk. She missed.
"She's cutting!Oh God! She's killing herself!"
-the cry of her mother was music to her ears
like rainbowy day painted with pastels.
Three months of treatment and brainwashing went down
after that she finally is a woman - so strong.
But still those who hate her don't accept the sound
of belief in sobriety which to her now belongs.

*

Why so they ask questions to prove me wrong
without listening to a word that leaves my mind
and with them its just like a skipping song,
they believe what they want and they still think they're so kind.

Copyright © ediii ... [ 2007-05-31 14:15:13]
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