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[title] => I am tired
[time] => 2005-01-08 18:07:35
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[bodytext] => I am tired, tired of glaring eyes hard like prowling piranhas scurrying ups a river bed of skeletal fragments. I am tired, tired of ice-branded words slicing my dignity through the liquid shadows of the night. I am tired, tired of dreaming incubus fantasies, steering me over a cliff of a thousand needle beds, bending my body parts in shreds. I am tired, tired of hearing gossips like folklore past around more than flyers of a free barbeque in a twisted road of a park. I am tired, tired of bare black claws piercing puncture wounds for having curiosity like a cat through a broken mirror I am tired, tired of fragile dreams stirring in a bowl of metallic ice cubed to only break when encountering that first heavy obstacle I am tired, tired of being something that I’m not with a mask from the light of the moon covering my true sense of an identity. my bones are weary now, vibrating blood and flesh to tame the body to lie still, to sleep a sleep of an exasperated old traveler. I am tired, but only to wake to that solemn solo step to be an individual and carry my darkness on my back like a man of war with blood-tipped arrows through his chest. By Erik Butzin [comments] => 3 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Rhino33 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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