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Pretend and Progression
Stop pretending'¦
A true world of suffocation
Waits for your realization.
A world of lovingly pure torture for
Just the occasion.
It's a special ceremony of honor,
To showcase the talent-
So gifted in the art of denial'¦
Disguise.
So the minutes tick,
And the words disappear'¦
So to does the fabrication you hold so dear.
Like a carriage to a pumpkin,
Fantasy escapes-
And you're left
A botched operation.
Leave,
Run to get away fast
As the sky topples behind'¦
Stop pretending-
Those childhood games are gone,
When thoughts of
Hurried progression conquer.
Find comfort in what is left-
For dress up games and tea parties
Don't mesh well with broken
Turned costume jewelry
And
Cracked teacups'¦
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Comment by: - 2005-04-04 09:01
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Is this an inner dialogue? Are you saying, 'Sister, get real, grow up'? There are a lot of orders in this poem. It sounds a little angry - distressed even. and I'm not surprised. The picture of reality you offer - 'World of suffocation', 'Pure torture' - is worth escaping into fantasy from. and the only recourse is to a fantasy of childhood. The only remnants of the real thing are 'broken... jewelry' and 'cracked teacups'.
As an argument to 'leave behind childish things', it dosen't make reality sound very appealing... |
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