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POSTED BY: gpoet on 01/24/10 @ 01:39 PM


The sun begins to set,
and it creates a mixture of orange and pink in the sky.
This array of colors seems to relflect the appearance
of the rest of this unknown yet so strangely familiar place.
The lake that stands in front of me is calm,
and I gaze across it to see the beautiful trees on the other side.
The area is placid, not a sound is being made.
Bury Me
The exterior beauty of this place is striking,
everthing seems as it should be.
However, something is wrong.
This place is so serene, yet sickening.
As I look to my right, a girl is approaching.
She is stunning, beautiful in every way.
She approaches me and smiles a smile that
normally would be comforting.
Bury Me
My stomach twists, and my heart beats
ever faster with the confusion and exterior
beauty this place has to offer.
She extends her hand, gives me a gaze
that offers my hand to join.
Her smile stays, and this behavior seems almost
programmed in her nature.
I cannot express the multitude of
feelings racing through my body.
I extend my hands and gaze upon them,
my limbs shaking with a nervous fit.
I look to the girl, trying to find comfort.
I can see that she is not in control,
rather, something much larger has grasp
of this so perfect world.
Bury Me
I turn and run the opposite direction.
Down this worn road surrounded on both sides
by the well kept trees and bushes that
have the appearance of happiness and wealth.
The sun falls lower in the sky,
slightly darkening the area around me.
The pink in the sky fades to a purple.
I stop to look behind me,
and I see nothing but this so perfect world.
Bury Me
I feel sick to my stomach.
I look in all directions,
hoping desperately to see some way
out of this world.
I lift my head to the sky
with a tear down my cheek.
I silently ask 'Why?'
But the world made not a sound.
Bury Me
As I bring my head down, I see the girl
once more standing in front of me.
She offers me a sickening smile that seems to say 'welcome'.
My head becomes light, and panic sets in.
I fall to my knees in a feverish fit,
and tears come cascading down my face.
I lay forever trapped in this world
of unseen horrors.
Welcome to The Perfect.




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POSTED BY: MsPoeticg_2 on 01/28/10 @ 08:51 PM


Nice write, things are not always what they appear to be, what seems to be so right is oh - so wrong.




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POSTED BY: PoeticSpace on 01/29/10 @ 12:08 AM



Hello gpoet,



Eye opener as at first I thought this was the start of a love story... Seems to have turn into a terrible dream in your eyes... What you believe to be, isn't so true... It was like evilness was within her, and u couldn't get away from this... In summary you are to young to be fighting demons from within, so I hope this is just a poem...





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POSTED BY: Poetressforever on 02/08/10 @ 10:52 AM


This poem makes me think of innocence lost.... how as a child you see the world as this big wonderful place were everything is perfect and you take everything at face value. But that all changes as we began to become teenagers and realize that appearences can be decieving.

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POSTED BY: asIam on 02/11/10 @ 04:51 PM


Tight write, ive often had a view similar to what you've displayed here, and now love the beauty of revelation and truth keep sharing your thoughts with us they are appreciated! Peace and Blessings




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