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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Perfect World
[time] => 2003-04-12 04:05:00
[hometext] => hmm...just my thoughts one day...
[bodytext] => Photographic images lost inside melting minds
Talent wasted for everything they left behind Fading away, wasting today Because ‘we’re only young We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us.’ What happens when tomorrow doesn’t come? Political thunderstorm raging, sitting inside Staring at a computer screen, suspended in time Masked promises broken, mind in intensive care It’s alright, when I wake up tomorrow will be there Wear sunglasses to fend off reality’s glare Sew on a plastic smile to stop growing old Always be a good girl and do what you’re told Listen to the system that you’ve forgotten how to fight But that’s ok; you’ve got eternal youth and eternal life You always do what’s right Wearing a fashionable second skin, just to fit in Paint fake nails to cover up your sin Watch TV, 2D images of things that aren’t real You’re sad inside, but ‘too busy’ to do anything to help them heal Complain to the government, but you’ve forgotten how to feel Writing a poem that means nothing, wasting my time Trying to change the world with my words, I don’t have the right But who cares? Feed me drugs to change my mind Lock me away, shut off my brain Tie me up; make me listen until I’m ‘real’ again Stamp out my ideas, make me change Take away all the thoughts I’ve gained Stare into my vacant eyes and hear me whisper ‘It’s ok, We’re all the same.’ [comments] => 10 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 13 [informant] => wyrd_faerie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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