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Array ( [sid] => 44214 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => 8:18 [time] => 2004-04-22 00:34:56 [hometext] => Jason's birthday, Marley's deathday (this goes out to 2, both I've lost and love) [bodytext] => 8/18, DIRTY WET MUD, BY THREE DAYS OUT OF
CELL, PHONE CALL AFTER DRUNK, PAST 7 WITH
RAIN, ON 2 GALLONS OF HOME BREW & AN oz.
SOME ONE ELSE GREW.
PHONE CALL AFTER DRUNK, "SHE LEFT, I DON'T
KNOW WHERE, FOR THREE DAYS, SHE'S GONE",
AFTER THAT CALLED HER DAD, HE SOUNDED JUST
NUMB, I THOUGHT HE LIED, A BAD JOKE, A
BROKEN INFINITE TUNNEL I NEVER CONCIEVED, I
PRAYED THAT HE WAS LIEING.
HUNG UP THE PHONE & WALKED OUTSIDE, WHERE I
COULD FEEL NUMB, NO TEARS IN THE LIGHTENING
RAIN, AS ANGER BREWED FOR I COULD NOT CRY,
I STOOD IN THE CENTER OF SNAPDRAGON, WITH
MY FIST RAISED HIGH, ASKING WHY, WHY, WHY

I LOST MY HOLY TEMPLE, I LOST MY PUREST
SOUL, & I BECAME DIRTY, WET, & MUD, 8/18

Dillon Rhie

[comments] => 6 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 65 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )

8:18

Contributed by rhei76 on Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 12:34:56 AM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

8/18, DIRTY WET MUD, BY THREE DAYS OUT OF
CELL, PHONE CALL AFTER DRUNK, PAST 7 WITH
RAIN, ON 2 GALLONS OF HOME BREW & AN oz.
SOME ONE ELSE GREW.
PHONE CALL AFTER DRUNK, "SHE LEFT, I DON'T
KNOW WHERE, FOR THREE DAYS, SHE'S GONE",
AFTER THAT CALLED HER DAD, HE SOUNDED JUST
NUMB, I THOUGHT HE LIED, A BAD JOKE, A
BROKEN INFINITE TUNNEL I NEVER CONCIEVED, I
PRAYED THAT HE WAS LIEING.
HUNG UP THE PHONE & WALKED OUTSIDE, WHERE I
COULD FEEL NUMB, NO TEARS IN THE LIGHTENING
RAIN, AS ANGER BREWED FOR I COULD NOT CRY,
I STOOD IN THE CENTER OF SNAPDRAGON, WITH
MY FIST RAISED HIGH, ASKING WHY, WHY, WHY

I LOST MY HOLY TEMPLE, I LOST MY PUREST
SOUL, & I BECAME DIRTY, WET, & MUD, 8/18

Dillon Rhie

Copyright © rhei76 ... [ 2004-04-22 00:34:56]
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Re: 8:18 (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 12:42:17 AM AEST
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Very sad but written well.
luv, huggs,
emy

Re: 8:18 (User Rating: 1 )
by Alyssa on Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 12:43:24 AM AEST
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Very touching poem. I really felt your pain; it moved me. I'm sorry for your loss.

love always,
alyssa

Re: 8:18 (User Rating: 1 )
by katyqueen35 on Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 12:50:19 AM AEST
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wow sorry to hear that.good write.

Re: 8:18 (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 12:52:00 AM AEST
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Very sweet excellent job!

Re: 8:18 (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 01:26:22 AM AEST
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Neither one is lost..deeply immerced..yet it can be a temporary emotion..well written. venkat

Re: 8:18 (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Thursday, 22nd April 2004 @ 05:51:01 PM AEST
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I thought your poem was good but when I see caps it reminds me of yelling and takes away from the read on the poem. It was like reading a story that was so sad and it made me think of the times i've looked at the clock and remembered those tragic moments forever.

I enjoyed this.

Kie

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