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Hell's an imaginary friend
Contributed by
Desolated_Denial
on
Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 12:44:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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How high can the ladder reach, in the depths of hell?
High screams and dirty things in god's high well.
I rise up, because I can, nothing else or more.
Don't ask why or when I do, ask the great lenore.
Desperate screams, merry-go-fiends and I surround you all.
All alone with a lone phone and nothing high can fall.
My dream is what you see and you won't even know why.
I don't care, it's my fair, and I can ride the rides.
Piggy piggy piggy with all it's pretty whips and rusty chains.
Follow me home with a petty leash and all the shiny things.
Can you follow or will you fall oh, the great army sings.
Heaven and hell, I made up in school just for pretend.
Now it's my home and I can't remember back then.
All the rhymes and all the times you think you know me to.
Watch my god as he plays with fire and he likes the devil's shoe.
Time to go, it's time for bed and I will die again.
I'm so happy with my imaginary
and I will dream again.
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Desolated_Denial
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Re: Hell's an imaginary friend
(User Rating: 1 ) by WAE on
Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 02:46:13 PM AEST (User
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That was the right choice to post your poem in this section... It's really abstract for I can not make much out of it despite the stream of your images which I am not able to decode...
Nonetheless, if a poem is mystery for the reader, so it is something...
Best wishes,
Alex |
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