Fiction Today, A Bad Memory Tommorow
22 March, 2004
Author: Everett
Tell me more of your fictitious lullabies.
It's turning into such a tragic story.
Your fiction is my reality.
Now let me write the ending.
When all you have is your heart, it's hard to hold on to trust.
My blood is on your hands now.
Lets paint a picture with my pain.
Display it for others to see.
Let them see what's been done to me.
A heart held together by string and wire.
You said you would heal a broken heart.
Here I am slowly falling apart.
Another portrait to hang on the wall.
A gallery of hurt just for me.
This story just goes on and on.
Chapter after chapter.
There won't be any happily ever after.
Instead i'll wake up screaming, and ill never be the same
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Meridian (152.163.252.226) -- Tuesday, March 23 2004, 04:44 pm Hey Everett! I like how your description of pain in a painting, and life as a fictious never-ending chapter, without a happy ending. Life is like that sometimes! I fully understand where you're coming from. This is really good Everett! |
| everett (209.240.207.249) -- Tuesday, March 23 2004, 09:51 pm Hey Meridian, Thank you for replying, and for your comments. im glad you enjoyed reading it :) |
| Cupcake (10.12.239.16) -- Tuesday, March 23 2004, 10:48 pm wow i love this poem... it is very good and very sad... i hope you write more and dont get writers block again.. love you your wife |
| everett (209.240.207.249) -- Tuesday, March 23 2004, 11:06 pm Thanks! wow when you put "your wife" it really sounds like we are married lol..maybe one day :) |
| Tammy (66.38.4.225) -- Wednesday, March 24 2004, 06:52 pm I really liked this poem....You have so much meaning in your words. |
| everett (209.240.207.249) -- Wednesday, March 24 2004, 09:11 pm thank you for your kind words tammy. |
| barb (206.191.91.40) -- Thursday, March 25 2004, 07:23 pm this made me think of all the pain . I'm lucky no pain but things don't work right. sometimes I feel guilty for not having any pain but if I had pain I know I couldn't take it. one problem at a time is all I can handle, your poem made me stop and think,which is good making people take a look around at how lucky they really are. |
| everett (209.240.207.249) -- Thursday, March 25 2004, 10:41 pm hey barb, thank you for your comment, im glad you liked it and glad it made you think about things... :) |
| LinzAy (205.188.116.9) -- Friday, March 26 2004, 09:23 am Awesome! |
| everett (209.240.207.249) -- Friday, March 26 2004, 10:54 pm thank you! |
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