I
Absorbing, ever - watching
born feet first upon the ground,
his lungs are low on air
and a scream is all he sounds.
He left the life of learning
to a world of smoke and roses,
when a beam of light can tip both ways
unscathed is he, the boy who chose.
II
But still those claws dig in
in the edges of his mind,
theres only one can see
and that's another of his kind.
He hasnt seen a mirror,
he doesnt know his name,
its through imagination
that he keeps himself insane.













Comments
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I'm*Dean*NOT*Dean*obsessing!!*Dean*
It's just wonderful. There's nothing more to say.
Born feet first upon the ground. That's just "OH MY GOODNESS. I'M THE LINE THAT'S GOING TO MAKE YOU LOVE THIS POEM" all over. :3 hehe
Thank you, Christopher.
Seriously well done.
and milk cartons
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K.
walk through a corner and around an archway. and you might find yourself in a place you've always been looking for.
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Ever heard of Quantum love? one can never prove it, but you know its there
and don't keep it in a milk carton.
death be to them!
Have a lingerie pie
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K.
walk through a corner and around an archway. and you might find yourself in a place you've always been looking for.
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Ever heard of Quantum love? one can never prove it, but you know its there
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