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the death of innocence
Contributed by
Cancer
on
Tuesday, 11th May 2004 @ 11:42:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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stainless
so white it almost glowed
the innocence of yesterday
the days when laughs came easy
and smiles weren't just a memory
everyday was an adventure
everyday was met with wonder
everything felt new and worth seeing
the wisdom gained through torment
was not yet a relentless burden
life was still good
but nothing lasts forever
purity always dies
no nothing lasts forever
but some things should last longer
examined him with eyes
that weren't yet orbs of hate
accepted him on sight
just like everyone else
never once did the thought occur that...
though everything happened so fast
it all felt like forever
and the memories it made
will scream beyond eternity
no one deserves that pain
no one should feel that shame
the crib death of innocence in secret
buried to an audience of two
and only one is mourning
while the other one is moaning
ripped out
like a beating heart
all for the sake of sick addiction
too pure, too tempting
too good to pass up
and at the cost of a future
his pleasure was gained
after a time
a time too long
his crimes moved on
leaving only a year's worth
of dried tears and dried blood
and memories that cling like a stain
the child grew up
the child moved on
but inside
the child still remains
curled up and crying
helpless and alone
wondering why
and seeing the world
through brand new eyes
years have passed
and others know
and some still come
to weep at the grave of innocence
but it's little help
when the funeral was witnessed
by only a frightened child
and a monster of a man
(the slaughter of purity
and the death of innocence
went unnoticed for years
marked only by
the first grave in a child's mind
and the beginning of a lifetime of tears)
Copyright ©
Cancer
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2004-05-11 23:42:18]
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Re: the death of innocence
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by Voice-of-Revolution on
Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 12:24:26 AM AEST
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| What a wonderful write. A perfect analogy of the world we live in when it gets overgrown with capitalism's tares. |
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Re: the death of innocence
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by ShadowDaughter on
Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 12:44:17 AM AEST
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Wow. Amazingly done. Heaps and heaps of UFYPMOTGF . . . need I say more?
--Nora |
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Re: the death of innocence
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by Crys on
Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 01:05:54 AM AEST
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| Wow.. I mean, what more can I say? This is very deep. Great write.... *Speachlessly impressed* |
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Re: the death of innocence
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by lostinmyself on
Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 08:32:11 AM AEST
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| amazing. i love the way you write. i cant really say much more then that..like you said, it explains itself. brilliant. *hugs* phil xxx |
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Re: the death of innocence
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by Tori on
Sunday, 6th June 2004 @ 09:54:06 PM AEST
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This is an amazing poem it's by far the best I've ever read.Keep up the good work!!!!!!
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Re: the death of innocence
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by Kusko on
Wednesday, 23rd June 2004 @ 10:44:06 PM AEST
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Personally, I suggest taking out any was's that you possibly can, preferably all of them.
For example:
everyday was an adventure
everyday was met with wonder
becomes
An adventure unfolded everyday
And wonder greeted every sunrise
I know it probably feels like I'm molesting your poem, but that was just an example and you don't have to take my advice.
Over all I like it
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