Open Poetry #30 |
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see no evil hear no evil breathe no evil |
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misanthropology Junior Member
since 2004-01-02
Posts 17 |
when I was a boy The world was but a dream A glass sculpture Made by no one But me So perfect in its deception Wars were fought for it Language contrived to speak of it Kings and gods to rule it That lie that I have told Has come to haunt me Pulls at my frayed edges and Threatens to undo me So I close my eyes Seal my ears And hold my breath A day will come For that breathe to be taken For that sledgehammer to be taken To that unmoving face Shattering all illusion But until that day I remember nothing |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sure enough...the past haunts, always |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Realilty bites, right! Good writing! |
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Michelle_loves_Mike![]() ![]()
since 2003-12-20
Posts 1189Pennsylvania |
Past haunts are the worst,,,, waiting for that hammer to swing,,,,, ugh Michelle I wish all could find the true happiness I have found,,in the eyes of Mike |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
For a lot of people they never leave the world you describe YOu describe a world of a child and for many it is the only comfort in their minds Very good imagery Dave |
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