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Imaginary freind

Author: girly101
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Imaginary freind

This pointless swarm of pain,
with time seemingly nothing I gain.
This twist of hopeless lies;
my bleeding hurting cries.

this life has no meaning,
I want to refund.
Sadly it came with no tag,
so on and on my pointless breaths drag.

Inner turmoil,
of when I should die.
Should I end it now,
or let time drag by?

To long to wait,
but to soon to end.
I need to hold on,
await my imaginary freind.

Cling to the pain,
hold myself here.
The moment must come,
the invisble freind will be clear.

But oh how I hurt,
how I wish to die.
How I plead to lie down,
and let my life slip by.

Will the boy come,
rescue me from my fall?
Or will he too, become lost,
beaten by fate like an emotionless doll?

Does he hear my screams,
my raw peircing pain?
Does he listen to the twisted lulabies,
that echo in my mind of rain?

I rock soundlessly,
inside of my head.
Wishing to the fates,
that if he doesnt come I fall dead.

Hoping that soon,
he will come.
And that my mind can be free,
without being numb.

I wait.

Submitted on 2008-10-05 23:26:28     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Takes me back to a more simple time. Love gained, lost, revived. Good piece, reminds me of some of my earlier work, and yet still current. Will definately check ot your others.
| Posted on 2010-01-29 00:00:00 | by Silenced poet | [ Reply to This ]
  i love how passionatly your pain is displayed here, so raw and consuming, its a real eye opener for me.
the imaginary claim is deeper then what that person expresses, the imaginary him is different from the one that is real, one is the Image you Invision to Marry, while the real one is the Reason everytime it rains you hear the echoing pain of his twisted lalubies.

that persons dumb,
you should'nt wait for him, the imaginary one will never come.
no matter how smart or beautiful you are,
you can never change an emotionless doll, that only makes you numb...

sorry i loved your poem and thought that other comment was simple and ignorent.
| Posted on 2009-11-22 00:00:00 | by Cure | [ Reply to This ]
  This is among the few poems that I have come across makes almost perfect alliterations.

Loved this line
"Does he listen to the twisted lulabies,
that echo in my mind of rain?"

A response your thought:
"In the echo of this rain,
Did you ever realize his pain?
Imaginary was your claim,
Why did you not call out his name?

Don't be numb,
Neither be dumb.
Let your revelation,
Bring Jubilation !"
| Posted on 2009-07-07 00:00:00 | by AbsolutelyLost | [ Reply to This ]

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