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Author Name: Freepseudobeatnick 2 Comments
Date Added: September 29, 2017 17:09:30 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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When I was a boy...

I used to feel romance in my bones

Digging deep into my core

And like a syphon sent from the 18th century

It would extract the most idealistic poetry


I used to dance as if rhythm coursed through my sweat

Dripping with the beat of every drum in earshot

Id spin, glide, tap, snap, shapeshift around the melody

Time traveling to my very own land of music


I used to run and play with the Earth as if I never knew it existed

Skipping and sprinting against the sun

Laughing with the waves as they parted my hair

Gaia never took my youth for granted, oh the irony


I used to compose piano concertos for any girl whod listen

Begging them to imagine me not off-key

My crackling voice telling some tragic story

Knowing all along that my soul was out of tune


I used to repress my horrific reality

Instead embracing a grandiose fantasy of kinship, family

And like an 18th century virgin being sold into marriage

My innocence was lost beside the romance that once dictated my every breath



Author's Notes:
These things were my escape from what was... They were what could be. Until, after too much of a childhood that was never suited for a child, I lost the capacity and inspiration to indulge. 
Thank you for reading. I appreciate each and every one of you, whether you leave a comment or not. 
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Comment By: Freenoah count on October 29, 2017 10:50:33 AM Report
Tears of a clown, nicely done.

Comment By: ModeratorJillian K. Alexis on October 14, 2017 04:46:25 PM Report

This is a Bittersweet write.  I could feel the intensity with which you penned this.




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