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[aid] => mick
[title] => Salty Creek
[time] => 2010-12-08 16:41:53
[hometext] => I simply write when I need to express myself. This is about a girl I was with for almost a couple years. She took all of my first. She broke up with me for another boy. Its been months, but I've found no closure yet.
[bodytext] => In just one forever moment in endless time everything I swear I know is true alters without consideration of my being it knocks the wind right out of me My heart beats on, tha-thump, tha-thump but I cannot feel anymore, so numb My lips become an obstacle for a newly formed salty creek cold and wet, it runs down my ever so pale face my stomach aches and drops at the thought my heart stops when I can see it My smile as only thought to be fable creeps up slowly The memories appear like a sudden rush of cold air on a crisp autumn night Quicker than any rocket in the world the smile resides into remission as for than, you realize they're just memories and the salty creek thrives and flourishs My mouth and body remain silent like the night On the inside, I'm screaming and shouting hysterically wondering why why did i have to mess up, again huff, huff, i breathe into my pillow my pillow victmized by the salty creek the rapids rage on and on, whoosh, whosh they rage until they send me to sleep sleep brings no redemption the dark has only terror and pain to give I gave all I had and finally I'm recieving, getting it back If only she could taste the salt scarred on my lips she could taste the pain and frustration, the yelling, the screaming maybe she could dry up this never ending creek maybe she could erase time and make salty creeks become non exsistance But as she made abundantly clear that's a fairytale, and fairytales never come true They aren't real. Rage on Salty creek, Rage on [comments] => 2 [counter] => 105 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Devy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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