Dark Poetry #5 |
Fiction's Hauntings |
SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
I could say I never expected this; but who am I to alter the script And become the liar And no, I never suspected this; what-if's and could've beens, crusty blood on moon-pale skin I tried hard to keep rejecting this; but like the dope that finds it's way into your bloodstream; so irresistable; irreplacable Now I'm abandoned here, alone; with no substance behind the fiction; afterall, isn't that all we are? Fiction written on pages, pages turned to chapters; Chapters that tell a story; Depicting characters we've made believe; Or is this more genuine? More accustomed to falling short of the truth, but so much more than the common lie? Are these tales substantial enough to report upon; Or just phases made believe to pass the time? Are we time? And with every step placed forward, does another day greet us with a smile? Slouching in alleyways and dodging all words unspoken - simply to say - this isn't real? March 4th Wednesday 2009 Emily Shives |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
"And no, I never suspected this; what-if's and could've beens, crusty blood on moon-pale skin I tried hard to keep rejecting this; but like the dope that finds it's way into your bloodstream; so irresistable; irreplacable" Pure street right there, Em. Great visuals. I love poems like this. Keep it up - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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