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[sid] => 50579
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Remember?
[time] => 2004-06-05 20:56:50
[hometext] => It's not really a poem actually, it doesn't rhyme..but..well, I liked the way it came out...please comment
[bodytext] => I used to know what it ment to be alone and to be happy.... but now the idea is jumbled like a disfigured, ugly dream... I give out little hints, yeah, I'm sure you've noticed them... The voice of an angel doesn't always save you from hell. I've learned this the hard way.. So now here I am, coiling into myself..and I wonder..will they ever know? Maybe when I am finally taken by that which has been haunting my every thought they will see... so far it seems, too far. Listen to the music swell, it's like a beating heart.. but really it pushes you along, doesn't it? Sometimes I think if I scream loud enough everything will have to be peaceful.. but I can't do that.. everything would be ruined if I did.. and the chior sings it's final ballad, telling of a creature with all the smiles of a piece of plastic... how I adore sitting and whatching them from a far, in the private box seat of my mind's eye. If they knew I was there...I wonder would they stop their singing? I would hope not, it's turned into solace for me. Their gental voices rock this pathetic city into a hesitant sleep..I can see it happening.. I stare at their beautiful words like a dove in flight ...so light in the air and I think This is what it must be like.... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 44 [informant] => PsychoScissors [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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