Dream, reality, self-deception?A Poem by Plagued MonumentallyFor my Spoken Word assignment in Creative Writing and Publishing 15.Deep down where I used to confide stood a girl near my blind side the wind echoed my thoughts and she stood in front of me with incredible haunts her child-like innocence painted a picture on a canvas, with blank resonance. Big black button eyes battered the banjos song, with hair that just doesn’t seem to belong, that child-like innocence turned into a heart that swelled with horror’s pestilence. Those big black clouds moving slightly in her eyes she said they they were going to come now. “Who is coming?” The voices ricocheted off of nowhere “All of them,” could it be that her tone was filled with despair? Thump, thump, thump of the horses galloping towards us, shrieks and hollering of the souls that are telling us to run, we must! The shots went off--no time to think about our next move The ability to move was lost in the crimson of the girl, there was no way to tell who finally made those fingers stop curl, all the evidence left behind was the thick liquid that ran through the fingers of the girl who was stupid to stop and linger. Deep down where I used to confide Thump, thump, thump of the horses galloping towards us The shots went off--no time to think about our next move The ability to move was lost in the crimson of the girl, she said they they were going to come now. Big black button eyes battered the banjos song, all the evidence left behind was the thick liquid that ran through my fingers. Deep down where I used to confide
wandered a girl that didn’t know, and hadn’t tried she never knew the difference between self-deception her own reality, and most of all her dreams. So how can she be too sure what shes actually seeing and what she isn’t? © 2011 Plagued MonumentallyAuthor's Note
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