Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
||||
Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 17:18:16 AEST | ||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 82621
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Same
[time] => 2005-02-02 12:01:32
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => These are days when changes move slowly. The same days the same things the search for something new. The Sun always rises in the East and sets in the West to bring the coming of Night, the same shadows the same fears. The same man upstairs mummified in his hollowness, never uttering a word. Silence speaks as loud as war, its the non-verbal response that takes my life like a dagger of self-pity. I grow weary of the same rituals. The great ball of fire set to nurture the World does not shine on this lonesome house. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Nardo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
|