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Hallucination Member
since 2001-03-18
Posts 419 |
"Mary Kate" © 2002 Brian Eggertsen, All Rights Reserved Verse 1 Slowly a cigarette burns itself out in an ashtray by his bed side, looks at himself in the mirror as he wipes the sleep from his eyes. Slowly he crawls from the soaked sheets and lights one more cigarette, walk towards the cold kitchen floor with Mary Kate still in his head. Verse 2 By a small radio in Kentucky sits an old man with his only, picture of pretty Mary Kate from back in nineteen twenty three. He pour himself one more drink and lights yet another cigarette, as tears roll down his ringled face with Mary Kate still in his head, Bridge 1 Mary Kate is a young girl from Brooklyn she's a Marilyn Monroe of her time, and daughter of a famous florist she is the lost rose that nobody could find. With that long brown hair and big green eyes she is every gentleman's perfect dream, with a six to eight job she pays her dues he once wrote in his leather diary. Verse 3 A cup of cold coffee stands untouched at the edge of the kitchen table, next to a note and a red rose "Mary Kate, unwrap my cradle". A pair of glasses has been smashed and the front door is still unlocked, another battle has been lost another precious life has stopped. Verse 4: He's written his last word in his diary about his sweet Mary Kate, and the old radio is dead as his dreams has begun to fade. The old letter's been thrown away but the photo is still hanging on, Old Francis has left the building The invisible man is gone. Bridge 2: An old lady read the paper next day and she was choked when she read the line, Mr. Fransic Oldman left us last night he lived to reach the age of ninety nine. She was the only one at the funeral but suddenly a man in a dark suit, came up to her, gave her an envolope with teary eyes he said: "This is for you". End: She opened it and this is what it read: "I was blessed to meet you Mary Kate, through my life I wanted you to have my heart. now if you're reading this then it's too late. I can see that you are still the lost rose now my chapter is but a memory, I want you to have my most precious things your photo and my leather diary". Add: Slowly a cigarette burns itself out by the picture of Mary Kate.... [This message has been edited by Hallucination (07-10-2002 10:50 PM).] |
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Jenabou Member
since 2000-06-13
Posts 215Oklahoma/Nova Scotia Canada/USA |
Wow. Im not even sure what to say about this one. You described everything so vivdly it painted the perfect picture in my head. I could even smell the cigarette smoke. This one impressed me most definitly great job ~Jennifer Nicole Boutilier~ *for someone who's used to heartache,losing it all was just a matter of time* |
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Hallucination Member
since 2001-03-18
Posts 419 |
Hi Jen, Im glad that you like my "Art". and that you could live yourself into the story. it just mean i did a great job. thanks for the comments and kind words... Best Wishes, Brian. |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Brian this was a nice painting you have painted with your words. A little on the slow side, but very good. Ronil (A mask for everyday. Imagine a life without them.) |
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