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Author Name: Freeclare 5 Comments
Date Added: May 25, 2007 11:05:18 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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An Overactive Mind
Let me believe in fairytales
My world
An all out universe of wonder
The grass gleams silver
I donít like the sun
So the moon illuminates
Pretty gardens, with so many soft flowers
Little fairies living in the trees
The trees that bear, the most beautiful red fruit
The grass knows not of rough textures
And substitutes a perfect bed
My thoughts melt away
Floating from my mind
Leaking into the sky
Becoming stars
Stars that I am able
To stare at methodically
In awe of beauty
Picking carefully the brightest
To pull back inside of me
I find I am a child again
As I skip beneath thick golden canopies
Unscarred arms
Iím not broken here
An unscarred mind
When my heart knew not of pain
Nor ache
When I could eat chocolate and cake
With not a care in the world
For a growing waistline
I begin to wonder why it is that I am here
And start telling myself
That such a beautiful place can not be real
That something this good
Can not last
Thatís when the stars spew from my eyes
Filling the sky in an illuminated mess
That I can not organize
Nor categorize
Or rationalize
Pulling at my hair
Im really never there
I can not make reality disappear
My worst nightmare
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Comment By: FreeJames Lagoski on June 24, 2007 07:44:00 AM Report
Dear Claire-
This reminded me of a piece I wrote years ago titled
"My Imaginary Home" only this was a lot more in-depth~
Our lives are surrounded by various moments all which inspire
the emotions we're allowed to feel in physical form.
Afterwards they become no more than a memory-
So for that reason each one must be felt and experienced-
Joy could not be felt if we did not know the depths of sorrow and
love could not be fulfilling without heartbreak-
I believe you have a great gift of expression and hope you will
always continue to enhance the world with your thoughts-
Best Wishes to You and Yours My Friend~

Comment By: FreeHenry M. on June 1, 2007 11:16:10 AM Report
You start out so serene and then reality hits you right between the eyes! We all have our own retreats to hide away from life Clare, but reality always creeps in because it is where we must live! Fantastic write Clare.  Henry
Comment By: FreeKevin Dutton on May 30, 2007 09:02:34 AM Report
A fantastic write.



Comment By: Freesherry wilbur on May 29, 2007 10:13:28 AM Report
Comment By: FreeMISS_VEE on May 26, 2007 04:34:27 AM Report
WOW also goin in my faves, i love how you change the mood from mystical to a nightmare, true magic in a writer.




love VEE x


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