A. Child

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by ravenapples, May 26, 2004.

  1. ravenapples

    ravenapples Member

    Give me my pen so I can be dead
    10 ft below from lack of wet red
    An though i lay in my final bed the thoughts
    i discarded on confetti sacrafices
    Still create worlds in the void of TV nations

    I'll help you find your daydreams
    after all I am only A. Child
    (as in deft/death defying tricks)
    your last step is right there I see it
    hinding under the learned burden

    Driven back by C.G.I. and
    T.G.I.F. i remeber when
    every day was a prisim's instep
    when your would swing and clutch
    the clouds

    So close your windows
    lock your doors
    burn your parachute
    hold my hand and watch me
    make a sun from the ashes
    of your childhood.
     
  2. Fierce_Flawless

    Fierce_Flawless Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    i really REALLY liked this. especially this part. i get that feeling too, that the experience of life is cheapened by such regular detatchment from "reality". i'm never encouraging my children to watch tv.
     
  3. skyfire

    skyfire Member

    that was an awesome line...
     

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