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My Dirty Old White Walls

Contributed by dirkj on Wednesday, 6th July 2011 @ 02:11:12 AM in AEST
Topic: fictional



Where color use
To play now only darkness
Hangs and Somber stays

Everything still looks the same
But everything changed
Laughter changed places
New faces replaced old faces
How i long
Still to see
Some of the people
That looked so well after me

Faces i have embraced
Walks like lonely ghosts
Up and down my corridors
I can hear them whisper at night
Or maybe,,,, I just want to hear them
That's the way I escape

Eyes of long ago
Hangs like portraits
On my not so shiny old walls
They wink at me
When I hold them together
But,,,they are eyes
That belong to my past
People I knew
Such a long long time ago

I can only live
On their memories

I'm just an old house
But boy if I could talk
What a bestseller
My thoughts would produce




Copyright © dirkj ... [ 2011-07-06 02:11:12]
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Re: My Dirty Old White Walls (User Rating: 1 )
by UNORTHODOX on Wednesday, 6th July 2011 @ 11:36:12 AM AEST
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I can whole heartedly say this poem is beautiful
in that it conjured some irreplaceable memories
the kind that make your heart sing, of youth, of innocence,
of a time where nothing could bring you down
the artistic components are immaculate as well
fantastic read

-UNORTHODOX


Re: My Dirty Old White Walls (User Rating: 1 )
by CommasCanSeperate on Wednesday, 6th July 2011 @ 11:54:36 AM AEST
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Great read. Really plays on peoples memories, beautiful x


Re: My Dirty Old White Walls (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 6th July 2011 @ 03:44:50 PM AEST
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Awesome write.
you're very creative.
smiles




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