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Array ( [sid] => 144742 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => These Days [time] => 2008-08-26 19:42:10 [hometext] => These snippets sort of go together, they have no meaning separately. Enjoy. [bodytext] => Ugly Bench

The last time we
met we sat on that ugly
bench dressed in best and awkward and
I leaned against you thinking I
was raping your dignity
when we kissed.

I never expected you to come
that day -
We've always been a tragedy
in that way You
say the word.

Strangers in My Bed

They asked me thousand times if
I have finished and I
didn't know except that
They were
not You.
They were
not Me.

Attempts for Remorse

Every time that
tear touches the
eyeliner
it
retraces, so I just put
my face back
on
and go screw
some more

Honesty

There is no need for
pity or pretty
poetry or tender
lovemaking.
I only screw now.
Deal with it.

Oddly Placed

Sometimes a word is not
nice to read or
badly dressed or
oddly placed just
like me. But you
know what?
I
Don't
Give
A
Damn.

My Diary

I found a dead
flly among the pages of my
diary. It's plastered all
over the lines just like
you except
You are the lion
eating my thigh. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 22 [informant] => ediii [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

These Days

Contributed by ediii on Tuesday, 26th August 2008 @ 07:42:10 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

Ugly Bench

The last time we
met we sat on that ugly
bench dressed in best and awkward and
I leaned against you thinking I
was raping your dignity
when we kissed.

I never expected you to come
that day -
We've always been a tragedy
in that way You
say the word.

Strangers in My Bed

They asked me thousand times if
I have finished and I
didn't know except that
They were
not You.
They were
not Me.

Attempts for Remorse

Every time that
tear touches the
eyeliner
it
retraces, so I just put
my face back
on
and go screw
some more

Honesty

There is no need for
pity or pretty
poetry or tender
lovemaking.
I only screw now.
Deal with it.

Oddly Placed

Sometimes a word is not
nice to read or
badly dressed or
oddly placed just
like me. But you
know what?
I
Don't
Give
A
Damn.

My Diary

I found a dead
flly among the pages of my
diary. It's plastered all
over the lines just like
you except
You are the lion
eating my thigh.

Copyright © ediii ... [ 2008-08-26 19:42:10]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: These Days (User Rating: 1 )
by wizard on Wednesday, 27th August 2008 @ 12:24:22 PM AEST
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well done, i like the format.... nicely written...

wiz

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