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Array ( [sid] => 30453 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Olivia [time] => 2003-12-31 00:31:25 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Rain soaks her dress as mud crawls up her ankles.
Nothing is after her.
Yet she runs anyways.

Oblivious to her own emotions- she lies.
Yet she never speaks to anyone-
But herself.

Blind to reality-
Sinking to her imaginary grave-
To be buried- with her past.

Your hands are so nice-he said.

What did he see?
Surely not the demolition of the shelter LIFE had granted her.

Dance, Olivia. Dance and shine us with your broken aura.
Let us see you fade.
Sway to the hatred that flowed through your body,
And released itself through your eyes.

That’s what they said. And they embraced her.
-Yet she was never touched.

Love- one of the reasons why she cowards from herself.
Doesn’t know how to react to it.

Push away affection- and nothing will ever bring you down.

Again.

-or so her mind tells her-

Watch the white rose bloom away from its roots-
And capture it- A perfect picture- of despair.

Did it ever wither?

Burn the remains with the fire that feed addiction-
Let us blow them away atop the rooftop of our old desires.

Run with her.
It’ll be a fresh start.

Let her dress-her eyes- dry-
Let the mud-her life- harden-
So she can’t run from what she fears.

-Olivia-

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Olivia

Contributed by ForgetMeNot on Wednesday, 31st December 2003 @ 12:31:25 AM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic

Rain soaks her dress as mud crawls up her ankles.
Nothing is after her.
Yet she runs anyways.

Oblivious to her own emotions- she lies.
Yet she never speaks to anyone-
But herself.

Blind to reality-
Sinking to her imaginary grave-
To be buried- with her past.

Your hands are so nice-he said.

What did he see?
Surely not the demolition of the shelter LIFE had granted her.

Dance, Olivia. Dance and shine us with your broken aura.
Let us see you fade.
Sway to the hatred that flowed through your body,
And released itself through your eyes.

That’s what they said. And they embraced her.
-Yet she was never touched.

Love- one of the reasons why she cowards from herself.
Doesn’t know how to react to it.

Push away affection- and nothing will ever bring you down.

Again.

-or so her mind tells her-

Watch the white rose bloom away from its roots-
And capture it- A perfect picture- of despair.

Did it ever wither?

Burn the remains with the fire that feed addiction-
Let us blow them away atop the rooftop of our old desires.

Run with her.
It’ll be a fresh start.

Let her dress-her eyes- dry-
Let the mud-her life- harden-
So she can’t run from what she fears.

-Olivia-

Copyright © ForgetMeNot ... [ 2003-12-31 00:31:25]
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Re: Olivia (User Rating: 1 )
by a_bear on Saturday, 17th January 2004 @ 12:38:47 PM AEST
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I am awe struck and don't know what to say...Just that I loved it I guess. Now I'll go through and read more or your poetry...I'm hoping this isn't you. If it is, I'm building a guest house....

Re: Olivia (User Rating: 1 )
by faith_my_eyes on Saturday, 17th January 2004 @ 09:24:54 PM AEST
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amazing poem... I wish I could reach out to Olivia and show her love/

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