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[sid] => 152406
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Spilling Point
[time] => 2009-08-20 06:48:46
[hometext] => A piece i wrote about arguements and the way they break down interpersonal relationships. The futilities faced when words collide...
[bodytext] => Why do we sometimes have such trouble coming across how we really feel? Saying things that sound so cold, hurtful, broken - saying things so unreal.. Sometimes adding your two dimes can be a lethal choice, a catalyst... Unleashing a spree of miscommunication, possibly a revelation of mistrust? Or do things sometimes just unravel and dwindle because they must? Does this start off from factors relevance or even dependance? Or is it all part of the big plan awakening with great balance? Sometimes i think it's strangely stupid though. So funny how suddenly we can forget what to say or where to go. Immediately the situation darkens and turns into a blow-by-blow. How did this start again? I cant even remember - I don't even know.. All i can say is time will fix this pain. A leap of time - even till tomorrow. I blame the powers of miscommunication. That builds with prowess & finesse the sedation. The sedation of logical intake to the mind. This leads the situation to unwind to blind & unkind. Look back to square one to find the source, the sin of the gun. Review the first action to unlock the key fraction breaking the fun. The source is barely ever just one but mostly both - two. Sometimes no matter how far you look the finger is still just pointing at you. I know things cant always go right but im still stripped of will and direction. This leads the situation to bleed with infection. All spins around madly without love and affection. I sense a certain guile i havent seen in a while. I cannot say what, i cannot say when... All i can feel and say is: here it comes again... But we are strong, never just weak or wrong. Im sure if we work together we can get along. -Svw [comments] => 0 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Clayman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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