Open Poetry #43 |
The Game |
A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
My mind is poisoned by my dreams, Forbidden thoughts, forbidden themes. My lips are sewn, my hands are tied, Well, I deserved it. It's all right. A chance of being understood Just stands no chance, as no one could Unlock two always open doors - You turned the keys and locked them both. A couple drinks won't work today, A couple tragedies don't matter. If honesty is hard to play, I simply quit. It's for the better. No love to trust, no trust to love, But you still play this useless stuff. These cupid-stupid endless games Are pure lies in subtle frames. You all agree my words are clear And so damn true! But in your fear To contradict the pattern set You solemnly declare me mad. A couple drinks won't work today, A couple tragedies don't matter. If honesty is hard to play, I simply quit. It's for the better. I'll change the rules or quit the game, Your strategy is really lame, So now my words are way too brusque, And it's the dawn of your dusk! A couple drinks won't work today, A couple tragedies don't matter. If honesty is hard to play, I simply quit. It's for the better. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
*nodding* I usually walk away when someone decide to play. I always enjoy reading you. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Marc-Andre Senior Member
since 2008-12-07
Posts 501 |
I found the first octave especially effective Mark |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it! |
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