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Array ( [sid] => 23955 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Thie Beating Clock [time] => 2003-09-27 14:35:00 [hometext] => heres yet another poem about a girl, you girls, always my inspiration for writing and feeling bad...why cant i understand you? [bodytext] => A thrown phone lies on my bed, resting in its final place, my grave of solitude. A lost heart lodged into my chest, with cold blood running through. Whispers of grievance are all that remain, I am lost. Misconceptions and speculation fill my head, dew forming a frost. A raining downpour from my eyes is all I can see, shut closed they remain, preventing the pain from reaching to deep. I must realize that not all is lost, but this clock works against me. A void remains in my heart that no clock can fill. The clock is gone; time is now my only riddle. How can I work this out? Can we make it work? I must give it a chance; I have to stop the hurt. Please give me your time of day; let me hold your hands. Let me kiss your lips, let me have the chance. Make this clock stop spinning so I can savor every minute I'm with you. Every minute we share lasts forever but it’s never enough. Please let me hold you, let me savor what feels so true. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 247 [topic] => 48 [informant] => MyInspiration [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Thie Beating Clock

Contributed by MyInspiration on Saturday, 27th September 2003 @ 02:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



A thrown phone lies on my bed, resting in its final place, my grave of solitude. A lost heart lodged into my chest, with cold blood running through. Whispers of grievance are all that remain, I am lost. Misconceptions and speculation fill my head, dew forming a frost. A raining downpour from my eyes is all I can see, shut closed they remain, preventing the pain from reaching to deep. I must realize that not all is lost, but this clock works against me. A void remains in my heart that no clock can fill. The clock is gone; time is now my only riddle. How can I work this out? Can we make it work? I must give it a chance; I have to stop the hurt. Please give me your time of day; let me hold your hands. Let me kiss your lips, let me have the chance. Make this clock stop spinning so I can savor every minute I'm with you. Every minute we share lasts forever but it’s never enough. Please let me hold you, let me savor what feels so true.




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Re: Thie Beating Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by poetrygodslove on Saturday, 27th September 2003 @ 05:06:28 PM AEST
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very nice......


Re: Thie Beating Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by EmSal on Saturday, 27th September 2003 @ 05:43:54 PM AEST
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Awww so lovely yet so sad. I hope everything turns out okay. All the best.
Emma.


Re: Thie Beating Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Saturday, 27th September 2003 @ 07:46:05 PM AEST
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this is so sad... :(
nicely written though!


Re: Thie Beating Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by LovingWhispers on Sunday, 28th September 2003 @ 03:07:30 AM AEST
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I can really feel the frustration and the yearning here..Its great but it would have looked so much better set out in verses *shrugs* (please dont take offence) *smiles*
Excellent!


Re: Thie Beating Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by painted_echos on Monday, 29th September 2003 @ 02:23:13 AM AEST
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well, that would completely melt my heart if said to me...this is lovely.




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