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[aid] => mick
[title] => A walk at night
[time] => 2011-09-13 06:21:37
[hometext] => More of a short story than a poem, I will also post it in the story category, It does not rhyme.
[bodytext] => One night I was walking alone there was an icey chill in the air, as I was walking the streets, the sky was pitch black and rain poured down heavily, concrete dirty and damp beneath me, limitless darkness above. Cars drove past fast, as quick as a flash drenching me without pity and then they were gone absorbed into the darkness surrounding me, the night was clear the rain was cold and fresh, nothing but the smoke from my cigerette textured the view before me, dancing and twirling like some supernatural ballerina, infinite in its depth and complexity of form and motion. I was wearing thin black combat trousers and a thick green coat, the street lights guided the way through the thick blue smoke of my cigerette, someone was expecting me and I was running late. I was Cold from head to toe I had finished my cigerete, I flicked it in the road as the ice cold night embrace me. I felt as though I had travelled this path many times before, you know how silence is still comfortable when your amongst old friends I greeted my old friend the darkness with comforting silence, As I walked I passed a young couple both were stylishly dressed, the woman had sleek straight dark brown hair longer than shoulder width, water dripping carressed her skin, she had a raw wild beauty about her, I didn't know her yet I loved her from first sight, you know what its like to let your imagination run over what might have been or what may be, something deep within you sparks into life and you can either choose to sieze the moment or let it pass you by like some stranger in the night. The man was about my hieght though I hadn't really noticed him. Both were tipsy though they seemed to be in a hurry, I carried on walking and only looked back for a few seconds to check out the woman, she had a nice bum I noticed and then they turned a corner and was gone, she was gone from me forever. My mind was not as clear as it had been before I saw that couple and I was filled with envy, murderous green envy, envy of that man having that woman and of them being drunk and happy together, whilst I was alone, sober with only the silent shadows of the night for company. As I continued on my journey I heard a loud thunderous sound, fireworks lit up the night sky like some mythical dragon, flames of every colour danced wildly above me only to fade once more into complete darkness. As I steped over a gate grass replaced concrete and the darkness intensified, no lights guided the way now and the rain poured down more heavily. I felt a certain freedom yet felt a chill crawl up my spine. My thoughts turned back to the woman who had passed me, I heard birds calling out through the early morning darkness, shrieking like some wild banshee peircing the dull drone of splashing rain with their bright resonating calls, I felt somehow that I could relate to whatever it was they were saying. I stepped across another gate and concrete replaced the grass, nobody was around and a shop I knew was nearby, I had a score in my pocket and all of a sudden fancied a drink my throat and mouth were dry though the drink I had in mind would only make that worse. I arrived at the shop and bought a medium sized bottle of cheap whisky, I gulped some of it down greedily and my throat suffered the consequence. Five or so minutes and half a bottle later I continued my journey with a warm fuzzy new view of things, the rain was calming down, not long after this I arrived at my destination knocked on the door and was greeted warmly by many family members both old and young. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 119 [topic] => 43 [informant] => thezenmonkey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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