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Array ( [sid] => 20005 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Distance [time] => 2003-07-06 02:35:00 [hometext] => Missing someone who is far away from me. I just realized I've let him slip away. I should've told him sooner. [bodytext] => Keep away the masquerade and leave it at the festival of Venice. I will turn into enormous embraces and forget those touches of never. I'm browsing through the caressing of everything. I missed something. Something to feed solitude. So that the hunger will be stilled and I can kiss in words, mind a dream and dream of minds again. What had left me without me noticing it?

Promise me vines on your homeland and mirrors of the deepest sight, a strumming guitar and rooms of dusky light. Open my iris and make me stab red nights. The way I have to go to reach you, goes over thousands of languages. Where do you go when darkness oppresses the sun and oceans become risky but destined ways to travel?

Who is worth your talented mind and creative lust? No one ever told me how to feed my own greed without taking advantage of someone else... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Chenobi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

Distance

Contributed by Chenobi on Sunday, 6th July 2003 @ 02:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

Keep away the masquerade and leave it at the festival of Venice. I will turn into enormous embraces and forget those touches of never. I'm browsing through the caressing of everything. I missed something. Something to feed solitude. So that the hunger will be stilled and I can kiss in words, mind a dream and dream of minds again. What had left me without me noticing it?

Promise me vines on your homeland and mirrors of the deepest sight, a strumming guitar and rooms of dusky light. Open my iris and make me stab red nights. The way I have to go to reach you, goes over thousands of languages. Where do you go when darkness oppresses the sun and oceans become risky but destined ways to travel?

Who is worth your talented mind and creative lust? No one ever told me how to feed my own greed without taking advantage of someone else...

Copyright © Chenobi ... [ 2003-07-06 02:35:00]
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Re: Distance (User Rating: 1 )
by vincy on Thursday, 10th July 2003 @ 10:06:26 AM AEST
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I am not much of a tongue raper
have never shaved my legs
but what you got in your words
made me want to do all them things.
Seriously I love your expression
and my life too has been letting them be
carefree and loose rather than posessive.
Life has taught me what nobody told you
I have no wish to feed my greed
but this don't mean I'm out of need.

Re: Distance (User Rating: 1 )
by Chenobi on Friday, 11th July 2003 @ 11:09:57 AM AEST
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Tongue-raping is filthy and vulgar and should only be allowed during my nightlife at the dark, beaming scenes of holland's free kicks and free love, while listening to the emotional lifestories of long lost or never noticed musicians. I am more careful during the day while secretly eye-raping each passerby, because eyes never change. It's funny how they all seem to know.

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