A. Child

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

  1. ravenapples

    ravenapples Member

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    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

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    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

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    that was an awesome line...

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