Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
||||
Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 16:20:07 AEST | ||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 147619
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => In Mourning
[time] => 2009-01-25 12:51:19
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => My head to his chest; I feel a steady, rhythmic beating -- My heart -- out of sync -- must have missed a beat. It is empty, lifeless. The bumping, thumping, pumping of red-hot, circulating blood has come to a stop. A deep, black abyss remains under this too too sullied flesh devoid of natural indications of human existence --and of love. without love, without breath denotes the finality of just being This is what it’s like to be dead alive in the morning. Bump, Bump. Bump, Bump. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Ramsey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
|