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Array ( [sid] => 50143 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Faithless Playgrounds [time] => 2004-06-02 17:48:46 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A playground--
Desolate, dreary, dark,
No joyful youngsters to be found,
Overturned benches brutally stark.
A mangled swing shrieks
Tottering on rusted metal chains.
A refuge for crackheads, whores, he-she freaks,
Where little girls are repeatedly raped then slain.
Dead autumn leaves twirl in a winter bluster...
Memories of where I lost mine to that faithless *****. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 13 [informant] => CeruleanScreams [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Faithless Playgrounds

Contributed by CeruleanScreams on Wednesday, 2nd June 2004 @ 05:48:46 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



A playground--
Desolate, dreary, dark,
No joyful youngsters to be found,
Overturned benches brutally stark.
A mangled swing shrieks
Tottering on rusted metal chains.
A refuge for crackheads, whores, he-she freaks,
Where little girls are repeatedly raped then slain.
Dead autumn leaves twirl in a winter bluster...
Memories of where I lost mine to that faithless *****.




Copyright © CeruleanScreams ... [ 2004-06-02 17:48:46]
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Re: Faithless Playgrounds (User Rating: 1 )
by nail-to-the-head on Wednesday, 2nd June 2004 @ 05:57:26 PM AEST
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wow! strong emotion in this poem! very heartfelt. well writen.

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Re: Faithless Playgrounds (User Rating: 1 )
by Shadow on Wednesday, 2nd June 2004 @ 05:57:33 PM AEST
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This paints a perfectly morbid picture. i love it. I don't know if it's based on reality but if its not then all i can say is WOW! If it is all i can say is WOW and sorry. good wright.


Re: Faithless Playgrounds (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Wednesday, 2nd June 2004 @ 06:44:45 PM AEST
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"I hope that a time will come real soon
when you can move on to something new
The past just hurts us it's very good at that
I you move on and heal from the bad"

Dark times happen to us, but they don't define us




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