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"A Poem"
I need something to occupy my head.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
Please occupy my head.
All I can seem to do is dream.
Scream. Scream. Scream.
It's just another dream.
When did I teach myself to dance?
Trance. Trance. Trance.
This game is just a dance.
[ Written December 1, 2013 ]
Published 26th Dec 2017
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26th Dec 2017 4:48am
30th Dec 2017 8:18pm
Hmm never thought such upon spilling this ink years ago, but the simplicity of this poem strikes me now similar to the music I listen to these days. Thanks for the read =)
26th Dec 2017 8:18am
30th Dec 2017 8:18pm
26th Dec 2017 12:42pm
like musk
art can't stay hidden
for long.
expression.
an omen, for what was to come- ink.
art can't stay hidden
for long.
expression.
an omen, for what was to come- ink.
30th Dec 2017 8:19pm
I am touched; such a simple remark yet piercing. I am chilled by this Truth.
Thank you for your wise observations =)
Thank you for your wise observations =)
12th Feb 2018 00:13am
a beautifully constructed poem I like the repetition hammering the words home - Death's scream dream ironically apt - a very clever write
I love you lots :-)))))))
I love you lots :-)))))))
At the time I was at a point of no return, this poem marking the beginning of a long slow decline. I didn't see much beauty in the style of this write then, but now it does have a special place in my heart. The beginning of the end, so to speak.
Thank you for enjoying the artistic value of this write!
Thank you for enjoying the artistic value of this write!
