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Brianne New Member
since 1999-07-14
Posts 6Boston, MA |
Sleep, The most precious bless bestowed from God, The doorway to the soul of the imagination The cliff from which you fall and Slip beneath the clouds of reality A blessing for those without sin? A priceless gift for the untainted? The dream catcher transforms from friend to foe, The yearning to feel his embrace again Instead, A shadow haunts An unfamiliar silhoette in a cracked doorway A demonic eye intimidates the gaurdian angels Footsteps match the rythemic heart Peace becomes aggression A caress becomes a blow Tears swallow laughter Screams match those of the terrified angels The carpet of reality slams you The evil slithers away Leaving the venomous, bloody wound Brianne ***sorry about spelling, no spell check*** [This message has been edited by Brianne (edited 07-15-99).] [This message has been edited by Brianne (edited 07-15-99).] |
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jfreak Member
since 1999-06-17
Posts 306Yuma, AZ, USA |
WHOA, child I think you have some "issues" that need to be dealt with. You ever thought about counseling. *wink* Just kidding. Very good poem, but one thing is for sure, I would never let you tell any of my kids a bed time story. They wouldn't be able to sleep for weeks. That is if I had any kids. Jfreak |
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