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Scarlet Lady Member
since 2000-02-11
Posts 242Midwest 
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I vividly remember when....... On a day much like today I thought about life I thought about the future The plans to be made So I made my requests I had dreams and ideals They were so energized They danced in my heart Visions so brightly woven So real I could taste them I had a light that shone It came to me at midnight With shining armor's glare It told me this is how life is In the perfect world it is But it gave me false hopes Glitzed me by a romantic fantasy Puppeted my heart and soul So naive and young I was Seeking the moon and stars Saw life as a fairy tale Through a darkened glass Now I am looking at brokeness No white picket fences here Only rotten ruins in my path! Living with pain I am pissed Wish someone would of told me Well I guess maybe they did People said, life has it's knocks Thought that was just them No, won't happen to me! Things will be bliss I will make it work I went on a mission to seize it Tried with all of my might I had something to prove I would fight the bitter fight Now standing in the dust A whirlwind is at my feet Nothing solid left to recover Only dust....... And even that falls It sends to the ground The dust that the termites left They ate every dream that.... I had of picket fences! [This message has been edited by Illusion (edited 05-10-2000).] |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Well kid I lost my picket fences to. I had worked all my life to get them and it was taken away, by a heartless wonder. That I had loved. Twenty years worth. gone. My heart to you kid, just don’t ' close your heart, that will just put you into a pit that has no light, has no love, has no life. It took me two and a half years just to date. It's like going up hill all the time, there must be a down hill somewhere. I now know why your sign in name. "Illusion of the heart." .Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
~~nice writing~~ guess we all have those picket fenses that somehow shape our perceptions of reality. A life isn't significant except for its impact on other lives. |
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