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[sid] => 175895
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Monuments and Melodies
[time] => 2013-04-30 01:11:40
[hometext] => Toke some Incubus song titles and made it into a poem/story. Titles are in capital letters.
[bodytext] => It's 11AM and the clock ticks the seconds away... She looks out her window and decides to go out for a walk. The sky is grey an ADMIRATION for her eyes, her SMILE LINES appear when she feels the rain drops on her skin. The wind starts to blow, the leaves on the trees, a WARNING that she should go back inside but she keeps her PAPER SHOES on the wet floor. She passes houses and stores, and arrives at the station, where she hears the ECHO of the train coming through. She takes a seat and notices an ADOLESCENT couple listening to a guy strumming his guitar, how his melody is PRICELESS, it reminds her of THE WARMTH you once gave her hearing you sing a song full of PROMISES,PROMISES... As she walks down her SICK SAD LITTLE WORLD on Hollywood Boulevard, she reminiscenses the time you both walked hand in hand, like FRIENDS AND LOVERS, and saw a flick about THEIVES full of action MADE FOR TV MOVIE, and how you both danced PUNCH DRUNK to THE ORIGINAL 80s music. With all these MONUMENTS AND MELODIES, she made her way to the beach, and DIGs her feet in the cold sand. How she WISH YOU WERE HERE, "I MISS YOU" she whispears as the waves crash onto the shore, a plane flys by, A KISS TO SEND US OFF everytime she saw you leave to MAKE YOURSELF. LOVE HURTS and it should be JUST A PHASE, but we somehow never care about CONSEQUENCES. It's 11am and she's HERE IN MY ROOM, she turned on the TV, puts the TALK SHOWS ON MUTE, she turns on the radio and thinks about how it was NICE TO KNOW YOU, and even though she was never a SOUTHERN GIRL your love still grew. It was a PRIVILEGE to DRIVE down those open fields... She starts to write you a letter, that says, " PARDON ME for taking so long, but IF NOT NOW, WHEN can i come off CLEAN, for we always get NOWHERE FAST..." [comments] => 2 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 31 [informant] => bluestars [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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