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THOUGHTS ARE STRANGE

Contributed by Alexander_McDonald on Tuesday, 3rd December 2002 @ 05:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Angels possess me.
Demons molest me.
An' what's even worse,
Is it just might be,
Visa verse.

The past haunts me.
The future daunts me.
I guess, in the present tense,
I'm just too hesitant.

The T.V. News don't really tell me much,
In half a breath.
But it still scares me nearly half to death.
It just might be an' overreaction,
Of my big imagination.
I guess I read too much between the lines,
Just puttin' too many thoughts,
In other people's minds.

I see visions of Glory tell.
An' I see visions of gory Hell.
I see black.
I see white.
But what scares me most,
Is what I see at night.
I dream of wonderful things.
But some of my nightmares,
Would make you scream.

I listen to the silence,
An' try not to hear the violence,
Goin' on all around me.

The dead aren't always buried underground,
You see.

Copyright 1993 by Alexander McDonald
All rights reserved.
www.avatar-ink.com




Copyright © Alexander_McDonald ... [ 2002-12-03 17:30:00]
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Re: THOUGHTS ARE STRANGE (User Rating: 1 )
by Foo on Wednesday, 4th December 2002 @ 06:56:13 AM AEST
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I really enjoyed this one,great write.Keep it up,i'll have eyes peeled for more of your work.

Foo!


Re: THOUGHTS ARE STRANGE (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Wednesday, 4th December 2002 @ 06:42:45 PM AEST
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This is beautifully written, i really like the lines I listen to the silence, An' try not to hear the violence, Goin' on all around me. That sounds soooooo like me lol....thanks for sharing this one i enjoy reading your poetry and look forward to more...
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Re: THOUGHTS ARE STRANGE (User Rating: 1 )
by Sarah22 on Friday, 6th December 2002 @ 11:00:21 PM AEST
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wow i like this poem
it is so greatO ;*).




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