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Array ( [sid] => 95741 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Rock, children. [time] => 2005-05-25 16:41:59 [hometext] => Written April 22, 2005. [bodytext] => Think you know the simple girl
Who stands before you, day after day
With the exception of those when she makes up
Untrue excuses just to avoid the hassle
Of seeing dozens of people whose company
She can't even stand.
Men.
Women.
Boys.
Girls.
Couples.
Hand-in-hand, walking in beds of roses.
She tries for them,
Reaching further and further
Until she tumbles from the security of her bedroom window
And for what?
To be pricked by thorns of silver and gold
Unable to obtain perfection divine.
Do you know her?
Do you even see her?
You think you know her
Just because you know her name.
You have yet to scratch the surface,
Carve a ripple on her faded grey pond
Where ocean-dwellers thrive in plenty
And peoples in boats brave the roughest waters
Where riptides and floes abound.
Waves are curled by humidity and dormant blood - tepid and clotting.
Rock, children.
Black-eyed women wear suede suits and lie about on crushed velvet couches
In fermented grape colours, speaking of ageless ailments.
She's tired.
Exhausting all her research on unsolvable problems
Not dissimilar from mathematics.
Futile attempts at securing the fraying patchwork of acquaintances - like repairing a crack in a bucket
Filled with water; thicker than blood.
Blood means nothing now.
No longer.
She's been pricked by one too many barbs.
Calloused souls no longer strong.
Ironically thick skinned.
Yet suffering thin morale.
And she's not sorry any longer; she doesn't care that you don't know her any more.

Bet you didn't know that. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 61 [informant] => blackmarker [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )

Rock, children.

Contributed by blackmarker on Wednesday, 25th May 2005 @ 04:41:59 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

Think you know the simple girl
Who stands before you, day after day
With the exception of those when she makes up
Untrue excuses just to avoid the hassle
Of seeing dozens of people whose company
She can't even stand.
Men.
Women.
Boys.
Girls.
Couples.
Hand-in-hand, walking in beds of roses.
She tries for them,
Reaching further and further
Until she tumbles from the security of her bedroom window
And for what?
To be pricked by thorns of silver and gold
Unable to obtain perfection divine.
Do you know her?
Do you even see her?
You think you know her
Just because you know her name.
You have yet to scratch the surface,
Carve a ripple on her faded grey pond
Where ocean-dwellers thrive in plenty
And peoples in boats brave the roughest waters
Where riptides and floes abound.
Waves are curled by humidity and dormant blood - tepid and clotting.
Rock, children.
Black-eyed women wear suede suits and lie about on crushed velvet couches
In fermented grape colours, speaking of ageless ailments.
She's tired.
Exhausting all her research on unsolvable problems
Not dissimilar from mathematics.
Futile attempts at securing the fraying patchwork of acquaintances - like repairing a crack in a bucket
Filled with water; thicker than blood.
Blood means nothing now.
No longer.
She's been pricked by one too many barbs.
Calloused souls no longer strong.
Ironically thick skinned.
Yet suffering thin morale.
And she's not sorry any longer; she doesn't care that you don't know her any more.

Bet you didn't know that.

Copyright © blackmarker ... [ 2005-05-25 16:41:59]
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Re: Rock, children. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 25th May 2005 @ 04:50:47 PM AEST
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Prime Stuff. This vast ocean holds so few pearls. This is what it all comes down to - we just write it out. Kudos. J.

Re: Rock, children. (User Rating: 1 )
by ElatedNBliss on Wednesday, 25th May 2005 @ 05:26:14 PM AEST
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like the poem, the title threw me off alittle...or maybe i'm havin a blonde moment. who knows. but I do know that i like your poem:) hugs

Re: Rock, children. (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Wednesday, 25th May 2005 @ 05:42:35 PM AEST
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A well-structured ramble, so to speak. Very emotive and lyrical. I do hope you find light and peace in life (it is to be found, but sometimes feels lost again).

Keep writing.

Andrew

Re: Rock, children. (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Wednesday, 25th May 2005 @ 07:40:59 PM AEST
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It seems like you just let this one flow right on to the paper...Nice write, and the ending rocks! Scorp.

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