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A Wicked Game
Contributed by
felicitous
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Saturday, 1st April 2006 @ 10:31:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Life, it plays on.
Like a wicked game,
Only known by few,
And played in secret.
Evil murmurs.
Hush, don't tell.
Hope, the juvenile idyll,
Still blossoming expectantly,
In the hearts of millions,
Who haven't learnt there are no rules to the game.
Nervous mumurs,
Hush, don't tell.
Living is always hopeful,
But life is not always living,
And hope is never in life.
So in forfeting my place, I will win this game.
Anguished murmurs,
Hush, don't tell.
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felicitous
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2006-04-01 10:31:16]
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Re: A Wicked Game
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 1st April 2006 @ 11:03:28 AM AEST
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i love it...especially the "Hush, don't tell."
beautiful poem...truly wonderful
great write
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Re: A Wicked Game
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by Spike on
Friday, 21st April 2006 @ 09:45:11 PM AEST
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Psst. Want to share a secret? - life sucks, and its brilliant, and painful, and glorious and dirty. Don't book out too early. Nice write. The repeating line was a nice touch, making your anguish elegant.
Spike |
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