Wednesday, January 11, 2006

An Anthology.
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written by emi again.it's similar to the previous poem.

Once upon a time,there was this little girl,
She mingled around,She was the life around,
She loved the laces,the party swirls,
Pink was her colour,an angel she was,
Happy she was,cheery,joyful,thankful,
So delightful.

But,the clock ticked too quickly,
The little girl soon grew,
Her heart a frail ego of hurt,
Her mind many trails of thoughts,
It was all she had,she had friends,
But wasn't sure,
This little girl,wasn't her.

She kept on smiling,enjoying herself,
Yet,her tears kept on coming,in spite of it all,
Deafening insults got to her ear,
Accused often,maligned she was,
Where was Justice?Is that what Life was?
A mess of coordination,a stumble of fates,
A container of hurt,a coincidence of tales?

Betrayed ever too often,she still trusted,
Of the cunning traits of this world,she still doubted,
This little girl,had though become a beast,
She wandered around,thoughts none the least,
She had lost herself somewhere in the woods,
when she was a young,not so complicated little stoop.

She despised the sweetness,she hated the bright,
She loved the darkness,it seemed to shine,
She soon stole the limelight,but grew to die,
When the sky turned dark,the day began to fade,
She morphed into,a modern era Dracunian.

This little girl,she learnt a lot,
From the past,the memories,what nots,
Her knowledge was abundance,
So many,so fast,
Yet,the hurt she accumulated grew through those laces,

Soon,she sat in school alone by herself,reminiscing as an individual,
She soon got tired of it all,she hated the spark of nature,
One evening,she wrote her last letter,
Tear stains smudged,but it didnt matter,
This little girl took her favourite 'soft toy',she played with it,
And adored the reds,those spinning reds,
Her head ached,as she thought through those words,hurtful words,
That stabbed,
The reds were so fascinating,
Like a carousel,her head spinned,

In her heart,she begged for help,
but no one had heard,they didn't bother,
after all,this little girl was only so little,
So brittle,
Nothing was everything she could bear,
She had longed to be an angel,
And her wish had been fulfilled,
She was free,FINALLY,
And it was happily ever after.
The end..?

10:45 AM

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previous compositions
- Death Girl.
- Jewels Of Heaven
- A Notorious Dedication-
- A silent Requiem-
- Extraterrestrial
- Superficial.
- Ode to a sad christmas.
- The Mutilation.
- hypocrisy.
- boreddee


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