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Unicorns
Contributed by
SomeDude
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Wednesday, 24th January 2007 @ 02:12:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
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I Stubble on my past,
Like a present from my scars.
And all the tears left on my wings neither glade nor fly.
The stars is my home but the closest I ever came was an picture:
Memory, empty, with nothing but a faded light,
But it extraordinarily captured the paramount times their.
(Page Turned.)
An ink of a creature created my existence.
I’m nor horse; nor bird but an unicorn,
Trying to find a new chapter.
But every step taken pauses a breath of laughter.
“I don’t belong here!”
But why would anyone answer to ink?
Hours turn to days.
Neither chapter nor sentence
Has been found.
It seems every breath is a cry of a regret.
Suddenly a man walks upon my shadow:
You’re not real but a tale with an ending.
You don’t belong here. You’re not real.
Reply: If I’m not real why am I standing next to you?
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Re: Unicorns
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by darkangeleyes57 on
Saturday, 28th April 2007 @ 04:02:00 AM AEST
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Good poem. I liked it.
Take care
Christina |
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Re: Unicorns
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by Honey56 on
Monday, 31st December 2007 @ 10:58:20 AM AEST
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You are a great poet!!
I truly like your work...
Very good... |
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