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Array ( [sid] => 80212 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Voices of her past [time] => 2005-01-17 05:43:19 [hometext] => Hello everyone. I haven't written a poem for a very long while. 2004 was one hell of a year for me. Anyway, this is the first poem i've written in a while, so it's a bit rusty and not finished yet, but i thought i'd post it anyway. xXx [bodytext] => I see a broken woman
Falling apart at the seems
She's trying hard to run,
From the sounds she hears in her dreams.

It's ebony black and deafening,
This oh so terrible noise,
For her dreams are filled with the screaming
Of a little girl and boy.

She stands there in her window,
Day after day, hour after hour,
Searching for her long lost childhood,
Beautifully whithered, this tired dying flower [comments] => 3 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 32 [informant] => M [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )

Voices of her past

Contributed by M on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 05:43:19 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

I see a broken woman
Falling apart at the seems
She's trying hard to run,
From the sounds she hears in her dreams.

It's ebony black and deafening,
This oh so terrible noise,
For her dreams are filled with the screaming
Of a little girl and boy.

She stands there in her window,
Day after day, hour after hour,
Searching for her long lost childhood,
Beautifully whithered, this tired dying flower

Copyright © M ... [ 2005-01-17 05:43:19]
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Re: Voices of her past (User Rating: 1 )
by blowfish_jane on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 05:49:48 AM AEST
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Aww that was such a sad write, i feel the inner pain of this poem. It's so good.

Jane x

Re: Voices of her past (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 10:33:07 AM AEST
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nicely put together. so simple but so complicated.

Re: Voices of her past (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Wednesday, 15th June 2005 @ 11:31:40 PM AEST
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This is a few months old, but somehow it
seems to have eluded me til now. A great
poem I miss talking to you and Lucie and
Charlotte. I wish I could be in England with
you all right now, but I guess destiny or fate or
whatever you want to call it has other plans. I
loved this write the imagery in the last stanza
was heartbreaking. I've missed reading your
stuff.

Bobo (Joel)

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