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[title] => Demented Reality
[time] => 2009-10-29 12:23:56
[hometext] => .... she thought they were all okay and everything un-mis-understood....
[bodytext] => she thought they were all okay and everything un-mis-understood....she thought in pleasing him she had done all that she could...she thought she meant the world to him and loved him as she should.....he told her forever was his gift to her and to lose that she thought she never would.... even a lifted writer's block can make her sit back and take some stock leaving her to sway back and forth and rock dreading the slow psychotic ticking of the clock those voices in her head well all they do is mock too late in the winter to soar with any flock slept in way past daybreak missing the cue from the cock wishing her hands could dream up a cold steely glock no fence open for business for which her damaged goods she can hock no straws left over for she's well past the point of shock even knowing every single reason does not make her any more the wise no one can ever begin to silence all her tortured sighs she's left forever wondering which truths are really hidden lies tears fall harder now without a shoulder for her to rest upon or cry will she ever stop feeling like she simply needs to die wonders when there's never gonna be any more goodbyes hopes for the one day he'll want to be with her again and try wishes every new day would not bring another question why she's so blind and broken hearted without belonging to her guy shaken and rolled she's tumbled from that wall so high her passion put on hold as her body screams and vies this demented sort of reality she angrily defies she has no options for a future on which for her to decide there's no place left for her to heal nor reside no rules or boundaries left for any one to keep or abide if she could only find a sanctuary that would grant her safe haven to hide the ache in her soul has a void that's quite astounding her mind stays puzzled and confounding she knows she won't be rescued this time while she's drowning the demons come yet closer scratching outside her door and howling she sits in an awe of stupor stunned of his leaving she's lost her faith once again upon this journey of non believing at the universe and it's karmic irony she is seething she lays on the floor spent from all her weeping she's no longer of any caliber that's worth him keeping she wanders inside this nightmare praying she's only been dreaming when spring rains anew she'll find herself down and pleading she fears that even then her heart will not have stopped its' bleeding but by then she can face the girl in the mirror with a smile while she's lying find her stage and lights again put on her wings and start flying no one will see her tears she'll keep them inside her crying she'll never give another one a single minute to start trying she'll take it off the hook no reason for any one to be calling she'll scatter the white and drip the red then drop through the hole and start falling she'll dazzle it all in front of them spin and be so darling aphrodite cannot heal the fool unless she becomes apalling she'll tiptoe through the forest and hide from the sun she'll welcome her demise and smile as she becomes undone she'll just lay there and let them devour her because after all they've won unrecognizable she'll no longer be the girl he ran away from [comments] => 2 [counter] => 249 [topic] => 48 [informant] => jaeann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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