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In a Plastic Prison CellI gaze at their impetuous eager eyes And frozen smiles that beckon to the past And from behind transparent plastic walls They call for me to live an age long passedIn a Plastic Prison Cell
Like little Alice through the looking glass I let myself be carried far away Into those eyes that I once knew so well Into the frivolous joy that they display
If only they could feel my distant stare If it could taint their sickening innocence And all the choices that have since been made In all their blinding childish ignorance
Perhaps it is too much to ask of them For somewhere in
by ~Alin1975
Its Just a RoseA bee can always tell a rose From any other plant. They may be yellow like a daffodil Or reddish pink like a chrysanthemum. But they’re unique in their own way, And to a bee they are distinct. And though you can find a nice pink rose And chop the thorns from its stem, And carefully cut its petals off, And rearrange them in a bowl, To the bee it’s still a rose. A lesson we’d be wise to learn, A rose will always be a rose, And can never be a chrysanthemum.Its Just a Rose
by ~Alin1975
BlindedGrains of sand that fall so gently Neon flashes on a busy street A gust of wind caressing softy And in its touch lulling you to sleepBlinded
A flurry of faces of friends and of foes Smiling and shouting with joy or with fear
In a cloud of dust that was stirred long ago Engulfed in a storm of laughter and tears
Confined to the turmoil, seduced by the calm Blinded by fate in the eye of the storm Asleep in the echo of your funeral psalm Oblivious to substance but adhering to form
Passing from dawn on to day then to night As the dust settles down on the s
by ~Alin1975
Television Beauty QueensI watch the models on T.V. Real life Barbies selling you their looks, At bargain prices. Darker eyelashes, redder nails, and skin as smooth as silk. A smile to turn Da Vinci in his grave. They’re always there watching and assessing, Letting you know you aren’t complete. The world we live in is a temple for their grace, A testimony to their power. They are revered, and worshipped Through actions not through words, And that is the greatest flattery. All that we are, all that we have become Is there on that dark screen. The evolution of woman not of man. ThTelevision Beauty Queens
by ~Alin1975
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Carmel Beachby ~lunariz
Unconsciousness IUnconsciousness IUnconsciousness I
This dream is warm, soft, with delicate detail and plasticine people. I look around me at the kaleidoscope skies and cauliflower trees. I watch candyfloss poodles chase chocolate squirrels, while their owners talk in liquorice strings and opal fruit words.
All I can hear is the music
from the marshmallow ice cream van, and
endless bubbles of laughter emanating from ecstatic
play dough children playing on the floating swings.
I can see the adjectives hover around items, like a s
by ~kollapzdkitten
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- Current Residence: Copenhagen
- Interests: Sports, music, philosophy, poetry
- Favourite band or musician: Iron Maiden
- Favourite genre of music: Heavy Metal, Goth
- Favourite poet or writer: Wilfred Owen
- Operating System: Windows
- Favourite game: Counterstrike, Heroes of Might and Magic
- Favourite gaming platform: PC, PC and only PC. Anything else is a waste of time
- Favourite cartoon character: The Coyote (and I hate the Roadrunner)
- Personal Quote: I'm not fat, I'm aerodynamically challenged
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*pamelaski
Oddly enough, the next 2 poems I intended to submit say some things very similiar to a couple of your pieces (good stuff, yours that is) but from a different angle I hope you see and enjoy them.
ps. Wilfred Owen was an incredible poet, and one of my favorites also.
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