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Array ( [sid] => 18296 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Desperation [time] => 2003-05-31 02:05:00 [hometext] => Hmmm... Enjoy [bodytext] => She wastes days with her head out the window
Gasping for a chance at fresh air,
Yet sadly absorbing only filth and muck.
Struggles to inhale any sweet perfume of mountains,
But is left with the rancid stench of sewers

With a pillow over her head, she dwells in the dark.
Hours gallops by across her skull… pounding
A persistent striking in her ears.
She craves the silence of eternity,
And just hideous noise of never remains.

She searches all her childhood boxes for whims and colors,
Frantically turn them over for crayons and paints from days of old.
Anything she finds is mere stubble,
Or has faded into gray while her eyes grew sorrowful.
Aches for the vibrancy of those pre-school days,
Dull hues and tints stab relentlessly at her soul.

And when she goes to caress the twilight flower petal,
She wishes to touch the smoothness of an unspoiled life.
Instead she slashes her fingertips along the edge,
Bleeding a pale crimson and scarring further wounds.
She prays with desperation that beauty and love
Will allow her to grasp hold.
But when she goes to wrap her fingertips,
They enclose a stem of sharp realities and broken truths.
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Desperation

Contributed by angrybunny on Saturday, 31st May 2003 @ 02:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

She wastes days with her head out the window
Gasping for a chance at fresh air,
Yet sadly absorbing only filth and muck.
Struggles to inhale any sweet perfume of mountains,
But is left with the rancid stench of sewers

With a pillow over her head, she dwells in the dark.
Hours gallops by across her skull… pounding
A persistent striking in her ears.
She craves the silence of eternity,
And just hideous noise of never remains.

She searches all her childhood boxes for whims and colors,
Frantically turn them over for crayons and paints from days of old.
Anything she finds is mere stubble,
Or has faded into gray while her eyes grew sorrowful.
Aches for the vibrancy of those pre-school days,
Dull hues and tints stab relentlessly at her soul.

And when she goes to caress the twilight flower petal,
She wishes to touch the smoothness of an unspoiled life.
Instead she slashes her fingertips along the edge,
Bleeding a pale crimson and scarring further wounds.
She prays with desperation that beauty and love
Will allow her to grasp hold.
But when she goes to wrap her fingertips,
They enclose a stem of sharp realities and broken truths.

Copyright Â© angrybunny ... [ 2003-05-31 02:05:00]
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