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I once was grand
A magnificent tower,
A force of nature.
A friend, a toy,
A playground, a heart with initials.
But that was a long time ago.
Now I lay upon myself
Spiral notebook on a handmade desk
My insides coated with imagination.
Fantastic adventures
Dragons and princesses
Pirates and treasures
Spaceships and lasers.
Never again will I hold
A swing or a child,
Never again will the sound
Of wind chimes be heard from me.
But I can accept this fate
I hold a new kind of joy
Here in this place, I live on
In the mind of a child.
- by Epic Irony |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/25/2012 |
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- Title: Witness
- Artist: Epic Irony
- Description: The prompt in my Creative Writing Class was, "Write a poem about what you think this tree has witnessed." And a picture of a massive tree was there. And it got me thinking. So I wrote it down. Enjoy, please rate/comment.
- Date: 05/25/2012
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- vanessaw14 - 05/30/2012
- .....I like this a lot. I think the best kind of writer is one that can get in the mindset of their subject rather than writing about what is on the surface. This was great. Felt sad when I learned it became a notebook but kind of ends nice. I want your creative writing class.
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