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The graveyard
Contributed by
texaspoet2005
on
Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 10:01:22 AM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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2:00 o'clock in the morning,
I can't sleep so I get out of bed,
I might as well go for a walk,
Maybe it will clear my head.
A graveyard behind my house,
Do I dare to go in,
Not much light,
But a street lamp ahead.
I walk toward the light,
Don't seem bad at all.
Nice breeze blowing in my hair,
But I get this eery feeling,
I can't believe I am doing this,
This is totally silly.
I came to the street light,
It shined on a roll of graves,
To look at them all,
They had a t.v monitor and a face.
I walked up to e. b walker.
I turned on the t.v.
Then I was sucked in into another place.
I became e.b walker,
I had lived her life,
I was a very sad.
Because I was a beaten wife.
I cried and then I exited.
It was enough for me.
I decided to go home,
I didn't turn on another t.v.
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2005-07-04 10:01:22]
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Re: The graveyard
(User Rating: 1 )
by forsaken_soul33 on
Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 02:59:39 PM AEST
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WOW, this was a realy great poem. you have a really good imagination. this was a good write, keep up the good work.
bye,
☺Mando☺ |
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