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Ripped From Her Wings

Contributed by teenageemogirl on Monday, 16th February 2004 @ 11:00:06 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



a television out of tune
girl alone in a white room
driven insane by what she sees
ddriven mad by the need and greed
to be perfect, thats the matter
she screams
to shatter
the glass of wine next to her hand
stands,
watches the red spill
until its done
with a grin she thinks
"why that looks fun."
in the television's light
she guides the glass to her wrist
horrified of the sight, the television's gleam so bright.
deeper and deeper
until the blood rushes out
deeper and deeper
as her lips start to pout
an unfinished work of art
yes thats what i am
unfinished masterpiece seeking red
for i am to perfect his sculpture
she contemplated while she bled
she wanted to be an angel
but she was ripped from her wings
she wanted to be perfect
but what ugliness death brings
and so she lets go of her last breath
slowly falls her last tear
she lets go of the tv stand
she lets go of the fear
a victim of these modern times
society claims one more
and so the television plays
just a little louder than before




Copyright © teenageemogirl ... [ 2004-02-16 23:00:06]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Ripped From Her Wings (User Rating: 1 )
by Katie-Kate on Tuesday, 17th February 2004 @ 12:30:09 AM AEST
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The pressure poeple - particularily young people - place on themselves to be 'perfect' to be what others want them to be, is fueled largely by the media. This poem was truely awesome, it has an amazing impact. great write


Re: Ripped From Her Wings (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Tuesday, 17th February 2004 @ 09:50:15 AM AEST
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Yes people can be so creul,this happens so much in life,very sad! Great write! Christina


Re: Ripped From Her Wings (User Rating: 1 )
by carmen_queasy on Wednesday, 2nd June 2004 @ 04:31:09 AM AEST
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I love the ending of this poem. It completes it.




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