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Hollow_Emptiness
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since 2004-02-01
Posts 715
New Zealand

0 posted 2004-02-16 12:51 PM


Rounded eyes full of fear,
Peek through the rough cold mesh,
Callused hands grip the fence,
A whip breaks through the tender flesh,

A hawk’s call ends short,
The sweaty palms slip away,
“Work faster,” shouts the guard,
In a unknown foreign way,

The cool steel feels hot,
When all you know is pain,
The parched throat of the child,
Screams a wish to the rain,

The clouds above grow closer,
They watch down on the people,
A boy was shot dead for wandering,
To freedom over the hill,

Rounded eyes full of fear,
Close in weary and in shame,
The rough hands of a child,
Closed over barbed wire down the lane,

You would have never known it happened,
If the journalists hadn’t found,
The wounded body of a child,
Lying lifeless on the ground,

You were watching a movie,
But right across the street,
A child was sick and tired,
Of having to hear his own heart beat,

The guards were demons of a fantasy,
The cold a bedsheet spread too thin,
The boy an image of himself,
And the barbed wire was his skin,

I linger in the shadows, I breathe when I see you.

© Copyright 2004 Courtney - All Rights Reserved
silhouetted
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since 2004-01-30
Posts 537
New Zealand
1 posted 2004-02-16 01:02 AM


Courtney.
i read this three times
each time it became sadder and sadder
i love it
oh how you are wonderful

thankyou so much for this
it also became a song lol

LOR

Silhouetted by Deception

Hollow_Emptiness
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since 2004-02-01
Posts 715
New Zealand
2 posted 2004-02-16 01:36 AM


Oh Love thanks heaps,
This is a sad poem i know
Thanks for replying

I linger in the shadows, I breathe when I see you.

brezee
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since 2003-06-02
Posts 140

3 posted 2004-02-16 09:26 PM


You were watching a movie,
But right across the street,
A child was sick and tired,
Of having to hear his own heart beat,

The guards were demons of a fantasy,
The cold a bedsheet spread too thin,
The boy an image of himself,
And the barbed wire was his skin,
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I love that part, but all the rest is really cool as well...great poem!

~*brezee*~

darkness_witch
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since 2003-12-03
Posts 516
Underneath
4 posted 2004-02-16 11:26 PM


omg this is so sad

how could you make this up? its so sad



You can always hear a tear in Cobain's voice, the pain going on there is always visible through his lyrics - Marilon Manson

brezee
Member
since 2003-06-02
Posts 140

5 posted 2004-07-01 02:10 AM


i feel like i should re-reply cuz i read this once before but i dont think i was really paying much attention to it...this is, although a little sad, an awesome write...i liked all of it...very creative...great job!  

~*brezee*~

peaceful_dreamer
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since 2003-04-25
Posts 159
SoMeWhErE oVeR tHe RaInBoW
6 posted 2004-07-01 02:28 AM


This is so good. I love it! It's perfect the way it is.

"I'm just me, trapped in a body."

-peaceful_dreamer

Hollow_Emptiness
Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715
New Zealand
7 posted 2004-07-01 02:36 AM


Wow. Umm thanks, I haven't been on for so long, and this was one of first sooo.....maybe I'll get back into the swing of things. Lol

Hollow.

"Why are my visions so unliving with dreams? And why do I no longer care?" - Stygian

*Alli4000*
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8 posted 2004-07-01 06:06 PM


Wow! This poem is so amazing that you have my cryign over here

~Alli~

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