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[aid] => mick
[title] => Off The Wall
[time] => 2009-10-12 12:08:09
[hometext] => ....written in '07.... cast aside....left to my own devices....I always run to the forest....
[bodytext] => Off the wall off the wall she's always falling off the wall. Pushed or jumped side-stepped or dumped. She flies through the forest all aglow. With no where to go she's fallen battered off the wall off the wall... If she erases all she's ever known of trust empties all from her plate then tosses herself aside before they can strike, maybe they will hold her long enough and teach her to survive on her own... heal her from the demons that have ripped her heart to dust... But... all they ever do is validate the pain, treasures be stolen half truths spoken the violation of her body and soul leaving her breathless heartless broken and cold with bruises that are silently deadly yet touchably real. No one could ever cause pain enough to hurt the little girl more than she's already been scarred.... no room left for the tears until the flood feeds the fears pushed to the side for one last drop of hope that gets torn from her gut while she stands helpless reaching for nothing.. ignorant of her sanity devoid of an identity... All the while knowing she'll never be enough for any but always too much for one never brave enough to slay her own dragons that only exist in her damaged mind.... lonely scared yet open and yielding she gives until desolation envelops her.... The fog is never lifted her purpose left unspoken unrealized.... she aches for that elusive air of peace that never comes soon enough or only just past never mind.... she's growing weary of the games of chance that everyone wins except her.... with nothing left of her to give she falls from grace begging for the chance to release her screams one last time... to feel something.... anything but the searing strike of the blade as she pulls it across her skin.... She's drowning and no one comes to her... she's bleeding and no one pretends to see.... she's just a tokened game to those who take the ride... they cash in their gold... they relish in their win... share the wealth they deny their sins.... while she lays battered torn and rocking... left without the strength to flip the switch back on for them or even off for herself.... no more able to breathe.... the wires puncture her soul as she staggers off the the forest and the siren fades again. Off the wall off the wall she's always falling off the wall... Pushed or jumped side-stepped or dumped she flies through the forest all aglow.... With no where to go she's fallen battered off the wall off the wall...... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 135 [topic] => 48 [informant] => jaeann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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