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Array ( [sid] => 166310 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Abstract [time] => 2011-05-16 15:51:34 [hometext] => Just found this one, kind of sad. [bodytext] => She's abstract
but I see what she means
she's so colorful and beautiful
when she lays beside me
but there are no footsteps coming up the stairs
and no cartoons on when I get home
perfection is missing from my life
i am all alone.

She's everywhere
and it's driving me insane
i think i see her in the neon lights
on every sidewalk wet from rain
but the city lights fade
and i should have known
that everything ends eventually
and i am all alone.

She's on the phone
she's sick of him, she moans
she wants me back into her life
and god I want to
but the guts that she ripped out of me
have not yet regrown
so anyways, i'll just remain
i am all alone.

she's a hurricane
but she lasts a little longer
knocking down my world
i wish that i was stronger
but it seems, to me
I wasn't built out of stone
because here I am broken down
Still, all alone.

perfect was an understatement
she has yet to be defined
because the only way to understand
is to stare into her eyes...
and when you finally lose her
you die each day inside
until your devoid of feeling
like anything will ever be alright
and you'll be right
so i'll tuck myself in
and just shut off the lights
have a shot of rum and to the cold pillow next to me
ill say "goodnight".
scratch that, "night" [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 48 [informant] => pat346 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Abstract

Contributed by pat346 on Monday, 16th May 2011 @ 03:51:34 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



She's abstract
but I see what she means
she's so colorful and beautiful
when she lays beside me
but there are no footsteps coming up the stairs
and no cartoons on when I get home
perfection is missing from my life
i am all alone.

She's everywhere
and it's driving me insane
i think i see her in the neon lights
on every sidewalk wet from rain
but the city lights fade
and i should have known
that everything ends eventually
and i am all alone.

She's on the phone
she's sick of him, she moans
she wants me back into her life
and god I want to
but the guts that she ripped out of me
have not yet regrown
so anyways, i'll just remain
i am all alone.

she's a hurricane
but she lasts a little longer
knocking down my world
i wish that i was stronger
but it seems, to me
I wasn't built out of stone
because here I am broken down
Still, all alone.

perfect was an understatement
she has yet to be defined
because the only way to understand
is to stare into her eyes...
and when you finally lose her
you die each day inside
until your devoid of feeling
like anything will ever be alright
and you'll be right
so i'll tuck myself in
and just shut off the lights
have a shot of rum and to the cold pillow next to me
ill say "goodnight".
scratch that, "night"




Copyright © pat346 ... [ 2011-05-16 15:51:34]
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Re: Abstract (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterflyperfect on Monday, 16th May 2011 @ 04:04:10 PM AEST
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As sad as that was to read, I thought it was a really good poem. Sometimes the best ones come from the worst of pain. Thanks for sharing it. Hugs. :)


Re: Abstract (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Tuesday, 17th May 2011 @ 02:10:09 AM AEST
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Great heart pouring from raw emotion,inner fight,
strong imagery esp concluding with the,'cold pillow.'depth of honesty cant help but to connect with other hearts in the same turmoil.




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