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The Games Other Than Life
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The Games Other Than Life |
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Elvenblood Member
since 2001-02-17
Posts 409Maine, USA 
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This is most definitely written in response to a single person. I've had enough stress lately, and he's only adding to it by playing manipulative games, and I've had serious trouble even when things were easy to work with. It's not about suicide, deat is a metaphore until the last stanza where the point of the entire poem just about is rhetorically stated. Anyway, ttyl Why are people the way they are They must play games and spar Why do they scrape you off their shoe Why do they do it to you Games with no meaning at all Attacking me until I fall To their plane To be slain Standing tall and stalking proud I force my way through the crowd To the head Where I lay dead Illogical games with no reason Every day of every season Take my hope Tighten my rope I try to break through to humanity But they cover it with profanity They aren’t alive Can’t be revived If games cover you own weak face But leave some loved to be replaced Are they of worth? Or hell on earth? No angels in heaven nor demons below the sea, could ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee |
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Wobbly Head Bob Member
since 2000-05-15
Posts 299Virginia, USA |
Very nice, indeed...reminds me of..well, me. People are always gonna play, man, and they'rethe type of games that are decided by the people who can play them with a clean and clear head. Sounds like the subjects here in your piece have a challenge on thier hands! Peace. |
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Knight of Secrecy Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 113San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Nice poem. I like it. -C.M. "I feel the sting of an insignificant wasp, and yet, I fear that I am alergic" |
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