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Fading Sunset
Contributed by
Balmain_Tiger
on
Sunday, 21st December 2008 @ 06:11:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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The sound of rustling leaves in trees The cool breeze on my face As I unwind I forget This wretched human race
The ocean slapping on the beach As I wash the blood stain Off my face and hands It begins to rain
A sun shower a gentle reminder Nature at its best Draws a smile from my face What a wicked test
No answers for the blood Just the solemn feeling inside Of something bad and good As I watch the ocean tide
Sirens in the background I suppose its for me they come My smile broadens on my lips I remember a tune and start to hum!
Friday, 17 October 2008 8:35:25 AM
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Re: Fading Sunset
(User Rating: 1 ) by Balmain_Tiger on
Sunday, 21st December 2008 @ 06:19:09 AM AEST (User
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I simply do not make a habit of making a post on my own poems. But this one is just so weird and enticing, yet scary and morbid. I get scared that it came from me. I suppose because I can understand it....
It is not a place i go to often but occasionally I write from here.
I think it keeps me sane to realise that these can be the thoughts of a true psychotic.... or perhaps I have just read too many books |
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Re: Fading Sunset
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 22nd December 2008 @ 03:40:20 AM AEST (User
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this poem is verging on suicidal. although i can understand it completely. the world can be a cruel, lonely place at times. good write though.
-phil |
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