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[aid] => mick
[title] => A World Outside
[time] => 2005-06-06 16:18:01
[hometext] => experimental poem about a waiting for love in a room void of anything but the two in there somewhat euphoric(?) world.
[bodytext] => i. tuesday I just found comprimise in a sullen left eye blue and green (and yours) Does the love that surrounds you get you down? Or is that look a permanent mark of floating disgrace from your cruel idols? Tell me your secrets What you need... I'm not gonna leave... ii. wednesday I'm looking around and watching you spin we'll wait till monday for a step outside you pretend all you want ------I don't mind. Tell me you see this This waiting lonliness like the screams from the hall Tell me your hear this with your own eyes Show me the sighs that are lighting my dreams Promise me you see the sky falling in your world iii. thursday I just found a friend in one of your turns your frantic circling shadow birthed another lifeless monster your mind is blotching and I'm melting in your sunspots Say you desire me past these april showers Say you need me in this world of ours... iv. friday Somwhow we lost our way past our last fall on unceasing steam lost our way home -----(I'm still here for you) Helps too far away Tell me your reasons Let me see theses signs -----(I'll still be here/hear) v. saturday You're so far away couldn't reach you in time Beneath this moonless night you've caught fire.... You're so far, too far away... I've locked my world outside and it's changing within... vi. sunday the day of rest rattles on forever the neon lights of ecstacy glow brighter still you're breathless and silent behind your trigger but weeping... your spine is a twitching mess of bone and scab brought on by your twisted dance of endless lust our world is nothing more than a smear of blood and glitter... ...look love. Look at the sunday drivers stare... vii. monday by the dawning of monday's light My shaking fingers/rottinghands find this freezing door knob ...but I cannot find the key... --so let's stay, my lonely love. And watch my world past before my eyes....-- [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 74 [informant] => EmpressTayloria [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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