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[title] => The Truth About Acting...
[time] => 2006-05-31 16:47:11
[hometext] => I wrote this about fame, and misconceptions.
[bodytext] => The paper, pressed tight against the folds of the envelope, My heart wrapped up in each handwritten line. The words, full of meaning and intent, dressed down for this meeting, Twisted into a shape that they are not, but may become one day, in time. Dreams made cosy, by fabric conditioner, on offer, you get one free, In those final two words you have my soul, on offer, for all and sundry to see. The search for a BARGAIN, a hunger for FAME, The desire that each person shall soon know my name. Don’t want it. You can keep it. Put it in the pocket of your trench coat, and give it to another, stupid girl, With a lipsticked kiss and nothing but stars in her eyes. Do you not understand? I lose myself in those lines, words of happiness, despair, betrayal? That moment, so full of magic, could never be for sale. A fleeting glimpse of myself, reflected in the eyes of the mirror, that shows me someone else. Understanding? Yet? Being another makes me realise all that I am not, so in those spot-lit seconds, I am more myself than ever before, though my voice and actions are not my own. I hear the curtain fall, they applaud, I take my bow, Aware that at no other time, shall I feel as free as I do right now. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Ruby2sdy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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