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No name.
Contributed by
Jordanarce17
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Sunday, 26th April 2015 @ 03:48:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Falling into the old and shattered memories of once a fallen man,
Like glass, my reflection begins to ripple.
I don't know what is simple!
The very four corners of these walls are about to be broken,
And the last of my innocence is about to be taken.
Are my eyes meant to turn into darkest black?
Am I supposed to be a fading memory of a person everyone else sees inside of me?
I watched as my body turn into the creature that made everyone scream.
I watched as the ones that I loved, turn their eyes against mine.
I said to all of them I was fine,
But even the scars couldn't even hide.
The number of times that these demons began to fight.
Nightmares always get worse,
And my reality is my only escape.
I'm watching the stars as I begin to recreate my own strength.
Don't come into my nightmare,
Because I know my weaknesses lie there,
And the mask around my face has to become aware.
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Jordanarce17
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2015-04-26 15:48:10]
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Re: No name.
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by xHeathenx on
Monday, 27th April 2015 @ 01:06:07 AM AEST
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I'm not sure the true message, so if you could send an explanation via pm, I would appreciate it.
The poem itself has a nice sort of darkness, as well as a pretty cool twisted sense of the self. I like to read something in the sense of self-evaluation without the ego and sense of entitlement. Thanks for the share. :) |
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Re: No name.
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by hray42 on
Tuesday, 28th April 2015 @ 03:19:43 PM AEST
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| I prefer a dream over a nightmare.. That way I don't wake up in disarray.. Disheveled, afraid, and alone.. I prefer to dream, yet nightmares, just like the monsters and villains in them, do exist.. So, as you've done here, they too should be addressed.. I did enjoy this poem.. Take care... |
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