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Array ( [sid] => 151879 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Three Metres From Mars [time] => 2009-07-31 13:35:52 [hometext] => "a teenager cant handle the pressure of becoming a father, tries to run away but looses his life during the exact moment his baby is born" [bodytext] => He starts his engine,
with intensions of escaping the world,
she's pregnant...
and within this fear his life curled.

The highway, the gateway to mars,
A place to be free from fear,
a haven in the stars.

The engine murmurs, a harmonious tune,
He reminisces of a planned future,
far beyond this troublesome june.

Yet his visions are maimed,
another brick in the wall she laid,
His dreams demolished,
and a new found enemy obtained.

He looses love in the sight of anger,
blaming a vixen for circumstance,
lashing, cursing for this cruel fate,
wishing never for such a moment to re-create.

He pulls the throttle back full,
sealing himself in a cucoon,
surrounded by adrenalin and blazing speed,
curled within, he writes his own lonely creed.

His eyes wonder into his reflection,
he sees a martian in human sight,
bending time into a parallel universe,
for answers to a future he may just rehearse.

A universe where he may maintain parental admiration,
a place in time where Newton stay,
before present responsibilty,
but this apple falls and reality starts to play.

He has an ephiphany staring into bright lights,
his heart beat races, noise subsides,
as the shockwave coarses through his viens,
the sounds of a baby's scream drowns out the pain.

Into darkness a flatline is heard,
a heart soon begins to beat, light breaks this cucoon,
a baby enters into earth,
abandoning mars through the path of birth.
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Three Metres From Mars

Contributed by daylynn_van_wyk on Friday, 31st July 2009 @ 01:35:52 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



He starts his engine,
with intensions of escaping the world,
she's pregnant...
and within this fear his life curled.

The highway, the gateway to mars,
A place to be free from fear,
a haven in the stars.

The engine murmurs, a harmonious tune,
He reminisces of a planned future,
far beyond this troublesome june.

Yet his visions are maimed,
another brick in the wall she laid,
His dreams demolished,
and a new found enemy obtained.

He looses love in the sight of anger,
blaming a vixen for circumstance,
lashing, cursing for this cruel fate,
wishing never for such a moment to re-create.

He pulls the throttle back full,
sealing himself in a cucoon,
surrounded by adrenalin and blazing speed,
curled within, he writes his own lonely creed.

His eyes wonder into his reflection,
he sees a martian in human sight,
bending time into a parallel universe,
for answers to a future he may just rehearse.

A universe where he may maintain parental admiration,
a place in time where Newton stay,
before present responsibilty,
but this apple falls and reality starts to play.

He has an ephiphany staring into bright lights,
his heart beat races, noise subsides,
as the shockwave coarses through his viens,
the sounds of a baby's scream drowns out the pain.

Into darkness a flatline is heard,
a heart soon begins to beat, light breaks this cucoon,
a baby enters into earth,
abandoning mars through the path of birth.




Copyright © daylynn_van_wyk ... [ 2009-07-31 13:35:52]
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