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Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time
There was a beautiful rose
Now it is dry and in decomposition
-That is my mind
Once upon a time
There was strong tree
Now it is weak and useless
-That is my body
Once upon a time
There was a courageous soldier
Now he is imprisoned and tortured
-That is my soul
Once upon a time
There was a happy girl
-That was never me
April 2nd 2006, 5.40 pm
Psych. hospital, smoking room
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| Completely and utterly straight from the heart - pain and fear, two of the most profound feelings - you can actually feel them moving around inside of you.....beautifully written....Deborah |
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| This poem is not at all about the war in Iraq, I just wanted to make that clear. It's aboput the little girl. |
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Comment by: Min - 2006-04-05 08:32
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| Hope the torture is resolved for those in this state. You paint a bleak picture, but the good thing is that you painted in recognition. |
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Comment by: - 2006-04-05 06:15
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| You got it- the fairy tales are bullshit, but nature- the rose, tree, human happiness are cyclical. Draw what you can from the smoke- even second-hand. |
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Comment by: aikaida - 2006-04-05 06:14
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| wow this is good. the way you captured your feelings is just beautiful! this is going on my book shelf! |
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