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I believe, what I believe,
Not what all my demons say
What I fear is what I hear,
In the most demonic way.
Dreams I have, make them stop,
Hoping that they won't be real
My reward, is coming toward,
All the life I've left to feel.
Buried by my misery,
Haunted from nonentity
That memory, is never me,
Screaming for identity.
Lost in my forgotten place,
Hopes and dreams inside my mind
I'm to blame, it's my game,
Maybe I'll forget in time.
Post Edited (05-01-04 22:27)
-Oxide Slain
Maybe I'll forget in time.
I like the irony: intending to forget!!!
nice poem!
Thank you
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This is a good one, Oxide. I enjoyed the read.
Les
Thank you
-Oxide Slain
Boy howdy, you are on my read first list from now on with Brucie and JP and a few others...
Like this stuff.
Terry
Thank you, twoten.
-Oxide Slain
Nice. I liked the feeling.
Thank you
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Thank you , thank you , thank you! There is a joke that goes with that!
just kidding!
Nothing more need's to be said.
Only a poets appreciation.
(Thank you)
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