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[aid] => mick
[title] => Low-Lived Highway
[time] => 2004-09-27 20:21:22
[hometext] => YOU CAN ONLY LEARN THE HARD WAY
[bodytext] => we're cruzin' at 140k and for once my soul keeps up seemingly all of life's conflicts are littered over the highway in a trail behind us for a few hours i'm able to convince myself i'm leaving the crazy haze to fade in the rear view mirror how niave of me bass rattles my insides, the stereo pumps silicone affirmations soon to be forgotten there's a triumphant wannabe-goddess posed beside reminding me of my sisters of another lifetime and how we were eachothers souls driven by the open road she accelerates into a different dimension, one where there's no braking and no limits i push myself to follow, foolishly as i am buckled into the passenger seat strange stumpy man with delinquent girlfriend makes up our beds a gaze into his tired eyes reveals the lifestyle he might have led nothing that i need i'm appreciative but not interested, casual yet weary immediately target girlfriend - hi you don't know me but i respect you immensely, look forward to being mates for a day or two i preach the sisterhood i speak of my feminine values as a borrowed religion your boyfriend is talking to me while you sleep and my mates get heavy in the next room a painful secret slips out in his drunken slur as i half-heartedly listen and nod he gets suggestive, i withdraw he accuses, i defend he points out my traumas as if obvious to a stranger as i turn colder and angrier at myself for not covering the up thicker i get offended, he goes to bed the 40 watts die and the freedom of today can no longer be seen the usual hauntings and lost lonliness creep up to strangle me torments exaggerated by previously devoured cans of bundy and cola he returns without clothing towers over me, runs fingers lightly over my breast paralysed, my subconscious screams danger alarms my mind flees into disappearance all conscious decisions evacuate the demons inside me thirsting for chaos passion destruction and rage lead us out into the moonlight spinning thoughts words grunts moans burst into flavour obsure yet rhythmic undulations of mind and bodies my demons are out to play, i'm back in my cage its aged since i've last been remanded here i'm not enjoying this screen door slams, girlfriend screams, demons vanish i'm spun i'm back in my body again and sinking into shock the demons that once destroyed me, that once held me so close to death are still lingering in my life i thrash i scream i cry i long for escape from my fathers tormentors words lies cries insults pleas assumptions defences are whirling around heads inards churning with hate and regret neighbours waking shouting complaints and yet my soul is oblivious to the aftermath it lies dorment in silent sorrow, in bleeding black knowing it is forever defeated now knowing the true sense of running so hard and fast without a chance of finding any decent hiding spaces [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 61 [informant] => stain [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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