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Array ( [sid] => 13833 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Damaged Acoustic [time] => 2003-03-06 13:00:00 [hometext] => This poem is a lot of analogies about how depressed I was feeling at the time. Like your locked in a room....where you can't make any decisions but ones that cause you pain. [bodytext] => If ever you open this door,
Uncovering these battered walls
Only then will you free the souls
Caught between eternal falls
Powder walls, Plaster - Newspaper
Layers to keep us contained
Naw, chew and tear we try
To revive the color they have drained
Weakly trained enforcement
They'll never keep us apart
Poor my blood across these walls
Hope the scent will reach your heart
Racing dart - To my head
Send it all the way through
Arise uncovered in deep red wine
Drink away memory of you
Drop one, drop two - Sensory radar
Exploding bombs in every spot
Lost my limbs in the aftermath
I stand alone, wait to be shot
Inhaling hot - Contamination
Nothing left to lean on
All I hold are endless walls
Forever darkness, Never dawn.
Carpet lawn - Vacuum mowers
When did I last smell fresh air?
Enclosed with unleashed suicide
When will someone care?
Pulling my hair - Singe the ends
Burn a tatoo on my hand
Hear your nails on the chalkboard
And no one can understand
F*cking band - Screeching feedback
Entertainment for the freaks
All unwanted, worthless s***
..And this is the happiest I've been in weeks [comments] => 3 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 13 [informant] => flirtyrockstar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Damaged Acoustic

Contributed by flirtyrockstar on Thursday, 6th March 2003 @ 01:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



If ever you open this door,
Uncovering these battered walls
Only then will you free the souls
Caught between eternal falls
Powder walls, Plaster - Newspaper
Layers to keep us contained
Naw, chew and tear we try
To revive the color they have drained
Weakly trained enforcement
They'll never keep us apart
Poor my blood across these walls
Hope the scent will reach your heart
Racing dart - To my head
Send it all the way through
Arise uncovered in deep red wine
Drink away memory of you
Drop one, drop two - Sensory radar
Exploding bombs in every spot
Lost my limbs in the aftermath
I stand alone, wait to be shot
Inhaling hot - Contamination
Nothing left to lean on
All I hold are endless walls
Forever darkness, Never dawn.
Carpet lawn - Vacuum mowers
When did I last smell fresh air?
Enclosed with unleashed suicide
When will someone care?
Pulling my hair - Singe the ends
Burn a tatoo on my hand
Hear your nails on the chalkboard
And no one can understand
F*cking band - Screeching feedback
Entertainment for the freaks
All unwanted, worthless s***
..And this is the happiest I've been in weeks




Copyright © flirtyrockstar ... [ 2003-03-06 13:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Damaged Acoustic (User Rating: 1 )
by wyrd_faerie on Thursday, 6th March 2003 @ 02:57:39 PM AEST
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i love this...it's so, so good...


Re: Damaged Acoustic (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Thursday, 6th March 2003 @ 08:02:16 PM AEST
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Wow, Liz this was amazing. Don't really know what to say except I absolutely loved this!
I stand alone, wait to be shot
That line wow created so much imagery in my head.The last 4 lines didn't seem to fit though. Liz never stop writing!

Your friend,
Joel


Re: Damaged Acoustic (User Rating: 1 )
by Apartment213 on Monday, 10th March 2003 @ 02:19:27 AM AEST
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wow good one, u just described my life from 15 until now 19, why do we all have to be teens? good write




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