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[aid] => mick
[title] => Secrets and Lies
[time] => 2006-09-04 14:36:22
[hometext] => This is another one of my mind bending efforts. The construction of this poem was nightmare, due to the strictness of it's form, but it actually works quite nicely.
[bodytext] => Once upon a midnight heaven, beneath an insipid sky A single light flickered gently, gently in the quiet night A house hidden by shrouded tree’s, stood abandoned and alone With only two lonely shadows, confirming a status quo Bathed in sickly fluorescent light, unforgiving like the night Sitting together contrary, they whispered behind four walls Secrets and lies, but nothing more His face was torn up creased paper, lit only by a candle His hair a bed of settled snow, resting upon his aged head His eyes two ancient burning stars, so close to fading away His smile indescript and gentle, embossed within his creased face Created a quiet solace, for his unseen timid friend As the discussion continued, with time that was kindly lent Secrets and lies, but nothing more He was begging for forgiveness, for his act of malevolence His friend simply grinned unmoving, as if he just didn’t care Frustration drew across his brow, but he suppressed bleeding rage The conversation had lasted, lasted for long, long time Guilt kept it for eternity, forever; never complete He knew in his heart he can’t win, he would try to save himself Secrets and lies, but nothing more The old man dipped the spoon in soup, green and unappetising Slowly he lifted the spoon up, it rested on his friend’s lips The elderly man’s smile diminished, his friend refused to consume The meal he slaved on for hours, with his own blood sweat and tears The ingratitude stung him so, a snake bite piercing his skin Anger boiled behind his blue eyes, his veins popped out of his neck Secrets and lies, but nothing more With rage he flung the bowl of soup, aiming straight for his friend’s head The bowl struck with power and force, knocking the skull to the floor The wide grin continued to stay, the sunken sockets smiling The rest of the skeleton bowed, shattering onto the floor The old man looked on in pure shock, his friend wholly dismantled The first argument in ten years, since he murdered his old friend He picked up the gun, while grinning Secrets and lies, but nothing more Nothing more. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 13 [informant] => alecfernadez [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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