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[aid] => mick
[title] => Disconnected (Parts 1-4)
[time] => 2009-06-22 21:04:24
[hometext] => This is about feeling alone, left behind, and passed over by society, while everyone else is like, so super special, girlfriend!
[bodytext] => Part One: Connections Unplugged to feel so disconnected from this world happiness is only their time to shine everyone seems to live so connected as satellites transmit their thoughts welcoming like their positive attitudes rather distant and incoherent to me their world blissful and unfamiliar as my veins shoot outwards wrapping around corners without making contact trying to find my heart falling apart is my hope unsure of where to stand global positioning system please locate me Part Two: Locomotion going through this tunnel the high beams full blown my glimmer of optimism faded reflected from their smiles so perfect canceling out those so fake as mine feels like low kicks across my spine broken like my relationships my reign comes crashing down strapped to the tracks cigarette pressed in mouth choo-choo, do you hear the train coming? chuga, chuga, chuga, chuga choo-choo, do you hear the wheels grinding? chuga, chuga, chuga, chuga (onomatopoeia in action, wow!) on this trestle that bridges life and death there is no escape from the failure that is my life snap! neural receptors firing rapidly epinephrine, dopamine, adrenaline speeding up my random thoughts although my muscles have been slowing down for some time now disillusioned frozen by negative thoughts and anxiety running over my darkened heart estranged from the right track yet laying upon it as the train crosses as they drive by in their s-classes the world has passed me by Part Three: Communication however many miles per hour always under the speed limit and going no where real fast everyone has been talking and nobody ever listens the telephone rings the same as it always has; angrily and most likely always will cast these digits into the inferno forget my name, forget this number dial 9-1-1 because the trains coming back... to finish the job it started so long ago polarized glass -reflection- bright lights; its all too bright the brake lines failing and the church’s bells sound in twos and fours... in twos and fours... Part Four: Fade Away in twos and fours... hours pass, hours tick and the clock is facing west the cardinal direction of sin and we are all out of time my lifeline has been severed by white lines like sidewalk chalk drawing the outline of my body surrounded by onlookers just passing by this is the requiem of interference... this is the cold static netherworld.... my line has been cut and this is the outside don't lock the door after me please! no more bars, the signal is lost the signal has died and... I've been disconnected... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 65 [informant] => heartstrings_unwound [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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