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Array ( [sid] => 79482 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => running fingers through your beautiful brown balding [time] => 2005-01-11 19:03:24 [hometext] => where are you now [bodytext] => sitting towers stare the size
the walls higher and higher
can you find a hole to recognize
rusting and spilling too much milk

a baby drank and drunk
i was love i was fire
i was sad i was young
i was right
life has left

could you give me something
to talk to you about
a will to comfort
is shimmering
in your eyes
but i just cant
seem to find the words
i just cant
hear the skys

tearing stars of youth
belonging
not to this
and not to him
as he strays another woman
stays a girl she waits for him

dont wait for me
i am going
i am my own old man
i am my own mistake
he made and now
i understand
why do i
understand

give me a ciggarette
im going out for some fresh air...... [comments] => 5 [counter] => 213 [topic] => 21 [informant] => feathercut [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

running fingers through your beautiful brown balding

Contributed by feathercut on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 07:03:24 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

sitting towers stare the size
the walls higher and higher
can you find a hole to recognize
rusting and spilling too much milk

a baby drank and drunk
i was love i was fire
i was sad i was young
i was right
life has left

could you give me something
to talk to you about
a will to comfort
is shimmering
in your eyes
but i just cant
seem to find the words
i just cant
hear the skys

tearing stars of youth
belonging
not to this
and not to him
as he strays another woman
stays a girl she waits for him

dont wait for me
i am going
i am my own old man
i am my own mistake
he made and now
i understand
why do i
understand

give me a ciggarette
im going out for some fresh air......

Copyright © feathercut ... [ 2005-01-11 19:03:24]
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Re: running fingers through your beautiful brown balding (User Rating: 1 )
by wray on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 07:10:37 PM AEST
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Interesting to read, I enjoyed the sense of sigh-look-at-my-life-ness in this piece, and the disjointedness between your thoughts. Call me traditional but I like the line "i was love i was fire" -- very sweet and passionate and strangely not out of place in this poem. Good write :)

Re: running fingers through your beautiful brown balding (User Rating: 1 )
by afterdark on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 07:49:19 PM AEST
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It amazes me we all speak English yet half of you people cannot write it in a correct form.I think you would misspell your own name if it were not a tatoo on your arm..A BABY DRANK AND DRUNK...CIGGARETTE,,I could go on..But what is the point..Go ahead and censor me ..

Re: running fingers through your beautiful brown balding (User Rating: 1 )
by subchild on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 08:09:15 PM AEST
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Nice word use there fella..This is repulsive.

Re: running fingers through your beautiful brown balding (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 08:22:32 PM AEST
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When I read this the first time I was kinda sickened by the line,"A baby drank and drunk"
but wasnt gonna say anything but something pulled me back to this and the same line grabbed me.WTF I hope a baby never drank let alone get drunk,what were you thinking when you wrote this or were you drunk,just asking.Repulsive and insignificant write.
PEACE!

Re: running fingers through your beautiful brown balding (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 10:04:30 PM AEST
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interesting. seems to be the american anthem in some parts.

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