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Author Name: Freemaybememories 2 Comments
Date Added: July 06, 2004 00:07:37 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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the art of losing a limb
I don't understand your subtle statements
A recollection of days spent in each others basement; wasted
With candlelight camp-fires that could calm the nerves of a pilot crashing
or a mother dying to give life out of nothing more than fear and passion
There's was a place silent, void of any holes
Where not even frequencies unheard by man could penetrate the distance between our souls
A time when we needed each other for love and comfort like money to keep us living
Was it really time and space forcing our distance? no, but time is unforgiving
To little is the time left where nothing seems to go right
So i took that one last gasping breath waiting for the impact holding the seat tight
relax; letting the airbags do their magic, i begin to think of the science behind it before i go through the windshield
tragic how the common irrational thoughts can hypnotize if you're not willing to feel healed
Images of blood flooded in the eyes of an ocean
A transparent turquoise with greenish tints reminiscent of sun soaked beaches where smiles are the currency of emotion.
I am vacant like an empty apartment, renovated to make a quick sale but easily torn apart
I left you voiceless, handicapped with no blue ribbon for a life well spent breaking pieces of me and mending another's heart
White like the light of stars traveling a billion miles to get here are your teeth which repeat sweet lies
Like the dissipated whispers of affection you spoke to me on the beach at sunrise
You were lucky to get out when you did, you didn't have to play paramedic to the broken arms that you once held me in
Gone, now beyond medicine's advances is my instrument of sin
The heart not the legs and arms that kept me at your whims
Speak to me you say, i call it the "art of losing a limb"
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Comment By: FreeJo on February 23, 2005 11:57:19 PM Report
Wow. Just wow. This is full of emotion and really powerful. I adore it! I love all the metaphors hidden in your words. The entire thing is just awesome.
Comment By: FreeJenny x on July 10, 2004 06:59:16 PM Report
O.O.....(yes im in disbelief your point?)


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