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Array ( [sid] => 84544 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Fever [time] => 2005-02-15 16:22:32 [hometext] => [bodytext] => in every 5 minutes she wasted,
she threw her body to the ocean,
among sea grasses and unknown creatures.
t'was a cold evening,
she shivered as she drowned.
longing to send a signal
to the skies and beyond stars,
he blew the last cloud of smoke
and emptied his pockets,
asking what time it was.
and the noises that come from the
other building proves
how quiet it has been for the past two hours.
she came out from under the bed
to see if he has arrived...
to put back his heart on the windowpane,
so vultures would taste the beating
and the feeling within.
they violently cawed and
perhaps they were sending high notes
to a superior being or to him.
reminding him of the oath and
his hand blindly searching my lips.
we may not afford to buy stamps
to both of the Earth's poles
for it was easier to use a map and run
than swimming backwards to use a globe.
the full moon shattered,
breaking every piece of instrument,
letting the voices through
from one ear to another.
the patterns infected,
the figures and texts immune.
a blockade made your kiss
stop in my throat,
afraid of being lost
and loving the downfall.
you never know
who you're marrying.
they change.
yet they're still wonderful.

- Rae'05. 012505. Tues. 7:41 PM.

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My Fever

Contributed by Rae on Tuesday, 15th February 2005 @ 04:22:32 PM in AEST
Topic: AnniversaryPoems

in every 5 minutes she wasted,
she threw her body to the ocean,
among sea grasses and unknown creatures.
t'was a cold evening,
she shivered as she drowned.
longing to send a signal
to the skies and beyond stars,
he blew the last cloud of smoke
and emptied his pockets,
asking what time it was.
and the noises that come from the
other building proves
how quiet it has been for the past two hours.
she came out from under the bed
to see if he has arrived...
to put back his heart on the windowpane,
so vultures would taste the beating
and the feeling within.
they violently cawed and
perhaps they were sending high notes
to a superior being or to him.
reminding him of the oath and
his hand blindly searching my lips.
we may not afford to buy stamps
to both of the Earth's poles
for it was easier to use a map and run
than swimming backwards to use a globe.
the full moon shattered,
breaking every piece of instrument,
letting the voices through
from one ear to another.
the patterns infected,
the figures and texts immune.
a blockade made your kiss
stop in my throat,
afraid of being lost
and loving the downfall.
you never know
who you're marrying.
they change.
yet they're still wonderful.

- Rae'05. 012505. Tues. 7:41 PM.

Copyright © Rae ... [ 2005-02-15 16:22:32]
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Re: My Fever (User Rating: 1 )
by vibes2go on Tuesday, 15th February 2005 @ 06:12:10 PM AEST
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ou never know
who you're marrying.
they change.
yet they're still wonderful.

I love that last line..It's ...unbelievable..in it's simplicity..

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