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Array ( [sid] => 18328 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Spilt [time] => 2003-05-31 18:05:00 [hometext] => ... [bodytext] => Screams of pain I can't shut out,
A bleeding heart needs relief, no doubt.
An appealing object I've tried to ignore,
As my tears are spilt upon this wooden floor.

…Drip, drop, drip…

Memories clash along my mind,
Of joy and happiness and the rest of that kind.
When daughter and daddy were once very glad,
When smiles and laughter is what we had.

Now I can't even look up to see your face,
Afraid to find the look of hate and disgrace.
I don't even know what I did for this pain,
I've pondered and thought; it's driving me insane!

It's all my fault, I am to blame,
That's the correct answer; I've won the game.
And now for a reward I deserve from the start,
A prize fit only to drive through my heart.

A reward to stifle and stop that awful scream,
To dazzle the eye with its shine and amazing gleam.
To give the flesh a kiss of its blade,
To fulfill the purpose of why it was made.

…Drip, drop, drip…

The deed is done, my pain has ceased.
This wonderful knife has given my soul a release.
My love, my grief, my tears… no more,
As my life is spilt upon this wooden floor.

~*~ [comments] => 4 [counter] => 444 [topic] => 48 [informant] => RAGE [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Spilt

Contributed by RAGE on Saturday, 31st May 2003 @ 06:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Screams of pain I can't shut out,
A bleeding heart needs relief, no doubt.
An appealing object I've tried to ignore,
As my tears are spilt upon this wooden floor.

…Drip, drop, drip…

Memories clash along my mind,
Of joy and happiness and the rest of that kind.
When daughter and daddy were once very glad,
When smiles and laughter is what we had.

Now I can't even look up to see your face,
Afraid to find the look of hate and disgrace.
I don't even know what I did for this pain,
I've pondered and thought; it's driving me insane!

It's all my fault, I am to blame,
That's the correct answer; I've won the game.
And now for a reward I deserve from the start,
A prize fit only to drive through my heart.

A reward to stifle and stop that awful scream,
To dazzle the eye with its shine and amazing gleam.
To give the flesh a kiss of its blade,
To fulfill the purpose of why it was made.

…Drip, drop, drip…

The deed is done, my pain has ceased.
This wonderful knife has given my soul a release.
My love, my grief, my tears… no more,
As my life is spilt upon this wooden floor.

~*~




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Re: Spilt (User Rating: 1 )
by starkindler on Saturday, 31st May 2003 @ 08:14:38 PM AEST
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Wow!

Awesome write!

*Starkindler*


Re: Spilt (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Saturday, 31st May 2003 @ 09:57:36 PM AEST
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very intense,, good write
Shari


Re: Spilt (User Rating: 1 )
by Clown_Prince on Sunday, 1st June 2003 @ 05:26:20 PM AEST
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Wow, this was really intense, Grace. 2 things about it that I must say, though:

1) It sounds like the situation with your father is getting worse. I don't know what advice to give, though. Have you ever tried to talk to him about it? I dunno. *shrugs* Just trying to help.

2) I really, really, REALLY hope that what you were saying there towards the end doesn't reflect as forshadowing in real life! Honestly, Grace, I can tell you, that wouldn't be the answer. I can only hope and pray that you don't do anything extreme.

Well, that's that. Hope things get much better for ya, Grace. You really don't deserve so much pain in your life. Really, you don't. You're too sweet and caring and stuff for this crap. You're, like, the nicest person I know! So, just hang in there; good things are bound to happen to you! You deserve good things, afterall.

Sincerely,
\\~~~Clown Prince~~~///


Re: Spilt (User Rating: 1 )
by moon_light on Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 11:36:06 AM AEST
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an amasing pertrayl of the falling out of freind ship.
good luck with your father
love
moon light




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