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Press Play
Contributed by
jazzyfizzle
on
Wednesday, 21st October 2009 @ 09:50:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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A door bell echoing through the sounds of silence No answer to the knocking on the door of my consciousness But an answering machine of my memories ready to be replayed No walkway to the chamber of my sanity But the twisted road to my imagination with a key to its gates A window to my reality && a projection of my fantasies Two converging roads of my maturity Cluttered with lost childhood idols Plastered walls & holes covered with a band aid To mask the storms that raged inside Art supplied to brighten the color of my disappointment A jar to preserve my smile when its not in use A box to burry my dirty little secretes from the past that keep resurfacing To the neglected sense of confidence, flooded by increasing levels of doubt Endless fires extinguished by the cold embrace of loneliness Desire nothing but a feebleness for craving satisfaction To the angels on my shoulder asking pivotal questions And the answers from the devil inside wishing to play Flashbacks of the future and restlessness for the past A cinematic symphony for the eyes to witness Simply press play to begin the story, Or press stop to create a nightmare.
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Re: Press Play
(User Rating: 1 ) by jaeann on
Wednesday, 21st October 2009 @ 10:13:36 PM AEST (User
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you have such a wicked way with words.....i love it....your grasp of language is intoxicating.....well done.... |
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