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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Tralla

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Your eyes really aren't deceiving you. I sat down and wrote something postable. Just goes to show... who knows what you can accomplish when enough people bitch?

 

 

Bittersweet

 

Pour the thinner to my portrait,

Wait for the face to smear away;

I've left that place so far behind

I won't return at all today.

Or tomorrow.

 

I won't return to that painted cage,

To which my own mind is Artiste,

I've run out of paint

And I've broke my last brush;

I refuse to maintain it in the least.

I've no need.

 

Store the face away in a corner

Of the attic, to gather a cloak of dust

About itself;

Watch, unseeing, the lips slowly fade,

The empty eyes run,

The memories undone…

And forgotten.

 

Hide her away;

The last joke’s on you:

I'm already free of the frame.

You'll be the one

Forgotten, my friend,

When I progress on to fame

And my realized dreams.

 

Thank you for your faded friendship.

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  • 1 month later...

Amazing poem, Tralla! I wish I had known about his when it got posted, but NOOOO I'm an idiot and didn't check the forums like I should have. Oh well. This is a solid piece of work worthy of being in a poetry booky thingy...err...yeah. I know what I mean ^_^

 

Excellent poem, post more ^_^

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I have to agree with both of Falcons comments ;)

 

It did make me think, and I must confess to liking poems that don't overuse rhyming, and, the last verse makes me feel good - what I'd like to say to a lot of people I know, Adults and peers inclusive

 

 

*makes a mental vow to read more poetry, especially good poetry*

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