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Surreal life
Countless times I have lived
And countless times I have died
If I said what I wanted to,
I would have nothing else to give.
Midnight memories dance along the shore
And a useless muse lives upon the moor
If I had given my dagger for the kill,
I would be knocking on deaths door.
Steal a heart for me--as mine no longer beats
And use your force to make it release
All the things that I will need
And take a dollar for yourself, please.
My teacup is chipped and broken
It leaks out like a river into the ocean,
Hand me a golden spoon to eat life's fruit
So that I may grab the ultimate token.
And countless times I have died
If I said what I wanted to,
I would have nothing else to give.
Midnight memories dance along the shore
And a useless muse lives upon the moor
If I had given my dagger for the kill,
I would be knocking on deaths door.
Steal a heart for me--as mine no longer beats
And use your force to make it release
All the things that I will need
And take a dollar for yourself, please.
My teacup is chipped and broken
It leaks out like a river into the ocean,
Hand me a golden spoon to eat life's fruit
So that I may grab the ultimate token.
Published 25th Nov 2013
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25th Nov 2013 4:11am
This is poetry, the way its meant to be written, not the meaningless new age crap people are printing out on the sacred Page and passing it off to be. This is beauty, this is metaphor, it proceeds feeling and conquers every beast, its not quite upbeat as much as it lurks the unknown. I had to read it three times to satisfy my thirst. I love it. "My teacup is chipped and broken", my favorite line, allusion to both Beauty and the Beast and Alice in Wonderland, the weight of madness and the scale of true love. :). I don't know, there's this fragility to it and I admire the rhyme scheme. :).
Anonymous
1st Jan 2014 5:07am
You do rhyming poetry justice- not an easy thing to do! This poem made my heart ache a little bit. "A useless muse lives on the moor" : my favourite line.
