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| Smoke and Mirrors; you will like it guaranteed =) | |
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| Holocollector | Apr 25 2006, 01:33 PM Post #1 |
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Christmas is Coming
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Ok so I was bored and thought I would make a poem. It is a cool idea in my opinion and plays a lot with sound. I guess we will see what everyone thinks. Smoke and Mirrors There I layed upon the wall And she could see far into My eye, and maybe if she Looked hard enough, she Could see the sky. But Only such things brought Stupid Imagination not Even twice thoughts. Dwindle, dwindle, twinkle, Twinkle. She only looked into My eyes, the hugest eye to be Found, and could not see a thing, Except for cracks upon her Face, like an unpolished encrusted Diamond reflecting from my eye. My eyes that looked at her, Tried to show her everything. And at every angle twinkled, Twinkled, farther away from me She dwindled dwindled. Really, Were People really that artificial To see only by artifice of Light that we could think Even twice? Dwindle, dwindle, twinkle, twinkle, I was an encrusted diamond and all I showed her was what she could See through smoke and mirrors. And she could not see through Through artifice of smoke and mirrors, And only saw illusions of grandeur. And then I the clock that stood In the hallway ticked ticked. Sometimes the handle my hands Would click click. Sometimes When it moved violently rip Rip. And I hated sometimes When I ticked ticked. The Heart clock inside of her Thump thump. I hated it. And the dragging of the boot Would go screech screech, and so I would arrive announcing my arrival At home, I the boots would drop of The floor thug thug, Falling and Making rukus. The sound that she and I were here, made sweet words. Tomorrow everyday the boots were Moving screech screech. The boots layed On the floor, and the mirror twinkled Twinkled, and the woman very slowly Dwindled, dwindled, farther away. The clocked clicked clicked in the hallway. And the woman layed sleeping in bed, While everything around her moved Lively, while she layed still in bed. |
| Note: My english writing skills need work so donīt even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I donīt like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture. | |
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