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Conscious Wall Unconscious

Why do I crave green eyes?
Like anything in this life
Pain is too much inside
The power of joy has its price
It wrenches and twists your stomach
For once an adult
Chords become knotted

Innocence is never regained
Dream deprivation screams
And the battle between
Silent into a haunted voice unknown
A heart tortured dark
Hallucina-figures appear in surround
A taut mind seeking bliss

Wild-eyed open-mouths
Orchestrating within the tunnels
Make zero sound
Chambers of the brain
Underpinned by the forgotten pain
Of childhood memories
Hidden away

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On Monday September 24th, 2007, Magic Hatter (2383) writes:

sometimes you go into a darker more obscure realm, but what you do is not so much as let the abyss swallow you but somehow seem to hold your nerve; helps retain a relatable characteristic in your poems

On Monday September 24th, 2007, Magic Hatter (2383) writes:

which I think is what people here can relate too, because they are fairly ordinary observations made somehow extraordinary....top work brotha!

On Monday September 24th, 2007, Magic Hatter (2383) writes:

I loved the feel of the opening line too, as though you're expecting the reader to answer by reading on...clever and a fine way to start off a poem :)

On Wednesday August 8th, 2007, raskal (197) writes:

poignant and beautifully written. -to suggest a barrier between the conscious and the sub-conscious and yet the pain we hide permeates everything. I've thought of this myself trying to analyse dreams. and it can be quite painful. phenomenal write.

On Sunday June 24th, 2007, The Undead Weasel (13) writes:

a great beginging with an even greater ending. well done.

On Thursday June 21st, 2007, capt_funguy (1006) writes:

the childhood's bliss is just not having a name for the horror show, and somehow thinking it was gonna get better .... woah ... ouch ... funguy

On Thursday June 21st, 2007, capt_funguy (1006) writes:

jesus ... what joy .. pain is the quotient .. levels increasing until the head explodes from the pressure ... the truth was the hand through the stairs in the basement - you ran into doom...

On Wednesday June 20th, 2007, Mylissa (1130) writes:

I am absolutely missed every piece of you, from the twirl of emotions in this art to your laughter...outstanding.

On Thursday June 21st, 2007, Mylissa (1130) writes:

I have absolutey..sheesh, not am!

On Monday June 18th, 2007, Freebird (685) writes:

Holy moly. Awesome ending

On Monday June 18th, 2007, asphyxia (79) writes:

that special innocence of childhood may never be regained, but i like to think that sometimes we can still have child-like innocence (a small taste that's leftover).

On Monday June 18th, 2007, asphyxia (79) writes:

i often find myself being "one of the kids" when i babysit. but maybe i'm just 1000 points of sillyness!! :)

On Sunday June 17th, 2007, dying angel (1374) writes:

*hugs* i don't know what to say.

On Sunday June 17th, 2007, Dancing_Monkey (1881) writes:

This was a great buildup to a stunning ending.. Loveable

On Saturday June 16th, 2007, Sin (1652) writes:

so sad that the innocence and joy of youth often turns to tortured adolescence and then to troubled adulthood but dont worry you have the cure to all that...look at your beautiful wife to be and baby and with them by your side anything is bearable ;)

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