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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sometimes angels smoke cigarettes..
[time] => 2012-06-15 00:32:13
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[bodytext] => those shooting stars it was just angels were throwing their cigarettes under their arms life is so strange when everyone is a stranger and I've got marks from where you tried to strangle her but it was all in love ...see I know you. I know what makes you convulse in emotion and burst inside so it turns black and blue it matches the burns from old smokes I dotted my hips with when it was cold and those angels whispered to me don't worry you're never alone that familiar nausea empties it's contents right through me I exist; that is all and it's sickening... particles of the world, they collapse into me and i can't run. I'm tied down There is nothing left I'm devoid of even the faintest sound ...so I always trace the scars you gashed into her wrist When every morning rose and your skin screamed out to be sun kissed it was heaven when the rays burnt blisters into your bones ...'cause then she couldn't feel the inflammation from the knocks it was more the shakes and little reaction to pain one night i am hiding underneath the bricks of my house and i hear an angel whisper run.. anywhere, just..go ... get out and voices in my head they echoed in the air and what they tell me; i just have to do... the swelling cramped my legs and i kept running towards the moon i am finally freeing her, from the torment the sickness those rotting rooms i'm bandaging up my broken skin that the bruising has tattooed so in my broken mind I guess I will find a rhyme to get me through the time and a knowledge to know that it takes 7 years for completely new cells to grow so some seasons will pass by and i'll remind myself just as much soon i will grow into a body that you have never touched and in the sky; all around me shooting stars fell aplenty those angels are smoking again and they've lighten up a new world for me. cherryamber, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 1 poem for each one you submit. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 279 [topic] => 48 [informant] => cherryamber [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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