

Forgotten ForgottenForgotten by *MagicalJoey
21-05-12
You're supposed to be my friend,
Through a bond that shouldn't end.
Yet you forgot my special day;
What more is left for me to say?
You're supposed to be the one who cares,
The one whose heart is always there.
Yet here I sit once more forgotten
And kind of feeling really rotten.
At least you inspired some verse,
Though, of course, I'd rather curse
You the friend who left me cold,
On the day I was 25 years old.
English by *MagicalJoey

Not the Entire Being Not the Entire BeingNot the Entire Being by *MagicalJoey
10-05-12
Her soul's windows are blue
With greyish flecks
Like a cloudy summer sky;
By far her best feature.
An average head
Holds an intelligent mind
One obsessed with English grammar,
And consumed by irrational thoughts;
A medicated mind to stop the psycho-symptoms.
Too large a body holds heavy bones,
And cradles a caring heart
Heavily burdened by life's injustice;
Does she have a target on her back?
Externally she varies
The nails of today may be spat out tomorrow
But internally she is constant;
Though feelings flutter fleetingly within
The heart's seasons.
No more will


Painted Faces Painted FacesPainted Faces by *MagicalJoey
8-05-12
"We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,"
(We Wear the Mask:- Paul Laurence Dunbar)
To walk around in faces dressed
To look the part to be 'the norm',
And then wonder why the mind's depressed;
"Can you not think why?" The learned scorn.
There is a fear of being real,
Fear stops the smiles and culls the cries.
One tries immensely to conceal
Their thoughts, and with the devil, deal
For a better lot; for brighter eyes;
We wear the mask that grins and lies.
"Isn't she ugly!""Why, he's so f


Hold On To Life Hold On To LifeHold On To Life by *MagicalJoey
2-05-12
"WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high pil`d books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;"
(When I have fears that I may cease to be:- John Keats)
Sometimes terror happens in my dreams;
I find that I am deceased; dead and gone
To some other place, where no light gleams!
It is too real; I fear I can't go on.
I know it to be a dream when I awake
To find sunshine brightening the world with glee.
Yet each night dreams slither in like snakes,
And when they come I forget that they are fake,
Dreams take me to places where I am
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