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[aid] => mick
[title] => When the ash came
[time] => 2010-09-10 00:10:16
[hometext] => i'm curious to see what you think this poem is about.. and of course how you like it. please let me know in the comments!
[bodytext] => she laughed before the moment turned into a cliche and afterwards thought she was special made everyone it believe too she thought she danced in ash truly she had no knowledge of what burned in a fire or in a heart she thought she scattered the darkness with her smile but yellow teeth do nothing except instigate the hope for a darker night and when the ash truly came down she learned of fire her eyes burned with water flailing about she searched even yellow teeth would do now but no one else would admit the moment happened so they drowned in its wake with their mouths closed tight. it was right below the sunshine that broken window, the one that let the ash in. when everyone came to look their feet left footprints of soot that led out the door of the girl’s heart so that everyone could see and follow the girl built a boat out of that unknowing monument to death and the dead parts of her heart she shed her old skin used it as sail and sailed away on the sea of their denial and taboo she sailed to find the land where everything is what it isn’t and isn’t what it is because it couldn’t be what it is and could be what it isn’t there the branches would snap instead of her neck silly girl, that world is not for you you’re too old to believe in such nonsense and too young to understand why the ash is falling. so she sailed back to the land where buzzards sat on the groaning branches of monumental trees like malevolent spirits reminding her of the silence. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 13 [informant] => blueeyedevil13 [notes] => Please leave at least three comments for every poem you post. Please do not comment on your own work. Comments on your own work, if found, will be removed. If you wish to respond to someone, send them a private message. Your comment on this poem has been removed. Thank you. Moderator_18 Sep 10, 2010 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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