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Now imagine
The blades being removed
The calming voice of someone new
Who's wrapping bandages around your wounds
Imagine
Their warming embrace
As they pick you up
And take you away from that blood stained room
The blades being removed
The calming voice of someone new
Who's wrapping bandages around your wounds
Imagine
Their warming embrace
As they pick you up
And take you away from that blood stained room
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Literature
One for Dad
I was back in the house where I could feel the melancholy
of the lonesome, crowded west.
The same house but all the memories seemed so far away.
The smell of fresh paint hung heavy in the air,
and the walls I had once scratched and dented were bare.
A film of neglect clung to the books he never let me touch,
“Always end up damaged.” he’d say.
Not realising that love changes things,
makes friendships stronger, give things sentiment.
Those worn covers and creased pages,
not a sign of carelessness but a sign of greatest care.
There were the bottles of wisdom placed in the cellar,
full of learning, but paling to the lesso
Literature
F A L L O U T
Fragile thoughts that never fade
Alight upon mind’s shadowed nooks
Lingering ghosts tightening grip
Longing closure’s comforting embrace
Openly flawed thy crippled soul
Undying wanderer ever aches
Torn in two by unattainable dreams
Literature
This Doesn't Feel Real
You are the whispers
that live behind days of first world agony.
Reach out, and someone will promise
you're not alone.
And you feel a little better
but you still ask the question,
is that true?
You feel bad for feeling badly
and sadly you stand still,
still moving forward in a sense,
but not really.
Muscles tense, and you wonder
"Should I jump?"
Not from a ledge, but towards the sky,
where people don't look at you
and see a lie.
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so just a little something in reply to 
poem 'Imagine' so go read and enjoy it! (this makes much more sense after reading it)
poem 'Imagine' so go read and enjoy it! (this makes much more sense after reading it) © 2014 - 2024 demonsrise
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