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| Dark Poetry #1 |
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~In The Side Yard~ |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396
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~In The Side Yard~ Singing in the side yard innocence endangered light thoughts encircling curled hair in pigtails not a care never a suspected event preying on such helplessness such innocence here in the side yard with the marbles glass rolling, crashing swirling colors into one snuck into her took what wasn't their's took purity from life dirty fingernails dirty tears singing in the side yard,...nomore. |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
This sounds like an attack on a little girl? Purity taken. Truly sad, in the taken. Truly sad, in man. Truly sad, in the world. If I could change it I surly would. I do my part and then some. As do you my friend, with this poem, statment. Go back and look for one I did on Vacant eyes. It's the little ones that take all the crap that rolls down hill to them. Keep it up kid, good job. Joel. I howl a mornful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
This a story of innocence stolen it seems.. soo sad HUG to whoever this may be about. Tracie~ Keep all the windows of your mind open Anne Rooks |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Joel,...I got a chance to go back and read your poem Vacant Eyes. *sigh* It's a shame that some children are exposed to such things that literally steal their youth,...their innocence. Your poem was incredibly written...like a slap of reality to all who overlook the existence of such things. The poem I wrote here is about things I had to see and go through as a child that I feel sort of robbed me of having such careless, happy thoughts running through my head. Around other kids who I think had no idea what it was like to live in a nightmare....but I hid it pretty well so chances are they had some nightmares of thier own that they hid too. It truly is a shame...thanks for your reply. And Tracie...thank you as well. |
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