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 Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 11:03 am
Okay let me give it a go.Tip-ToePatterns made by a creeping cat,
the quiet pit-pat
The eerie stalk of a gentleman stranger,
all warnings point to the sign danger,
Crossing paths, Crossing roads,
Highway blobs, shaped as squashed toads,
The snails trail, silent to my ear,
but an ant the stomping something to fear,
Footsteps echoeing down an empty hall,
waking up to no-one at all,
My tip-toe silent through the house,
My sorrow as silent as a mouse.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 11:22 am
Mahogany ChildThe Mahongany child watches, from where she hides,
The passers by as they stray off the path onto the grass,
watching as underneath there feet they crush the souless ants and bugs
who've been resurrected for punishment of the awful deeds done in a prior life
Greet the mahogany child
with a careful cautios smile,
perhaps with a gifl,
Such as a special feather or
a shell saved from an enquisitive walk,
or maybe from a memory,
recaptured in the glint,
of the abandoned home.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 11:59 am
The LetterDear Friend
If i wrote you a letter to you would you reply
With a gentle song that could make you cry
If i left would you call me?
Or travel miles to see me?
Would emotion strike down,
If my decaying remains you found?
Tears would run down my face
If i couldn't find you in this world.
If your eyes i would never see again,
If your smile or laugh I could never see or hear.
If i went blind would you be there?
If i went deaf would you care?
What if i could only touch,
would you hold my hand to keep me safe?
If it were you I would weep for your death,
If i lost you I wouldn't stop til you were found
If you couldn't see I would sing for you,
If you couldn't hear I would show you the beauties of the world,
If you could only touch I would hold your hand
and guide them over all purity and softness to bring you happiness.
Because if you wrote me a letter
I would reply
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:00 pm
Insignificant
The crumpled wrapper
shows a memory of usefulness
until forgotten
And now echoes an emptyness
a shattered lonliness
gathering dust
In the forgotten world of shadows
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:01 pm
Dangling MirrorDangling mirror
vanity on a string
Talking chalk
lifelong lesson
Sandmam dust
death for dreams
Poetry laughter
insanity scream
Dictionary bird
feather pen
Crushed hopes, broken dreams
life in shards
Tangled limbs
snapped love
All is gone, above
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:02 pm
ImperfectionAin't it sad, how people poke and prod for the perfect face.
The heavenly features shining from above the neck. The coloured hair, the unblemished skin, those pearls laid within your mouth.
To seek for vain perfection, is a cry, because your self-esteem is gone. To be heavenly you must be a blonde sheep. Be the same. Go under the scapel, change your body, sell your soul.
For the self-esteem, for the fake love, which leaves next season when your no longer in fashion. Your now an unwanted mannequin, thrown in the dumpster, while your once friends stare through the shop window at the skinnier more perfect doll.
You are imperfect.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 2:01 pm
The MaskThe mask, used to hide my fears,
From words aimed at me shaped like spears,
When I'm seen calm and placid,
But the words are melting me like acid,
Underneath I cry and wane,
My happiness I try to feign.
Sticks and stones
Shall break my bones
but words will forever
Hurt me
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 2:12 pm
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