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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 *MagicalJoeyNot 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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