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[hometext] => A poem I wrote on request for a monologue my friend is doing. Please read and comment, I'd like to know what you think. Please.
[bodytext] => A homeless child I once was, And for this there was only one cause. My parents were just trash, They loved seeing me with a new gash. They were passionate about the arts, But only if it included breaking hearts. Mine they loved to sway, Just so they could then betray. Each night when I arrived, I knew it was only luck if I survived. Because of this, I learned to hate And because of that hate, I was no longer able to relate. At age 12, I discovered the release of writing, And realized I no longer had to resort to fighting. At first the words were slow, They didn’t come very fast, and sometimes didn’t flow. But as I grew, my talent grew too, And everyone knew this was something I would pursue. At the age of 14, self doubt kicked right in And soon I began to look deep within. However there was something that clouded my eyes For as hard as I tried, I saw nothing but lies. The only words I could read, All said things like “be dead” or, “just bleed!” At the time friends did not exist, To me they were just like mist. So at the time when I needed them most, All I had to hold onto was a simple ghost. At the age of 16, my writing was found And I was told I would soon be world-renowned. It was with this news, and the promise of money I ran away from home, hoping to find something more sunny. Just a few months later, a book was in stores, And its title? Well that was The Opening of Doors, The Closing of Wars. By the time I was 20, I was known nearly world-round My name was in lights, “Chip Daniels”, the sound was known all around. So my life flipped around, I turned the tables on fate. By age 21, everything was just great. However, there was one element left missing I had no one there to love, no one there for kissing. Now here I am, age 36, and still I sit alone No family to love, no one to hug, but don’t worry, its not a matter on which I will drone. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 554 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Live2Die [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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