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[sid] => 137093
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[aid] => mick
[title] => These Walls
[time] => 2007-09-01 10:53:01
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[bodytext] => These walls, will be my undoing they speak they clam mer to the beat of my own solitude contently beating down any joyous mood and purposely prevent me from reaching a place to sooth this bloody fist is but a pebble to the force that contains me binding me isolated forcing me to battle insanity my weapon of choice, imagery the simple grouping of words produce angelic poetry Hand me my paintbrush, my wond, my pen and canvas of paper upon my easel my pallet of paint conjured by emotions from elation to utter despair passionate reds, envious greens, sorrowful black they're all there no model is needed or tangible inspiration no ambient sound of a soothing nature the entire universe is but a paint stoke away sentences and phrases, my pathway a flick of the wrist and a creative spell to transform these vicious walls into submissive gel I sold my time for masterpieces traded my personality for graceful poetry given my soul for wizardry and willingly executed my jealously for freedom after I captured its essence of course to display for the window shoppers and looky loos that stroll the streets where my galleries are the land I set aside just for the wonderer's and tourist that want to view pain without sacrificing their own soul and all I charge, is time not love or your hearts because I've already ruined mine so I'm incapable to nourishing something so fine these slabs of concrete torment my reason tossing shadows of my loved ones between them knowing that I need them my eyes have completely traded sides on me they team up with these walls and form trickery rendering my imagination my only oasis to steal my creativity would be stripping me of my bases on which in I've used to build this protective layer specializing in these lonely cases I've beat my head against these stubborn bricks until my skull willingly split and whats left is here for you to read these walls were my undoing [comments] => 1 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 32 [informant] => allidoiswrite82 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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