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A little girl

No worries

Happiness in flurries

A purple anger

Cute and stubborn

Not a notion, of the danger

Palm tree’s sway from side to side

A silvery dream unicorn takes her on a moonlit ride

Oh, for the naïve dealings of a little girl

How fast she wishes to grow,

But there are so many things she does not know

Innocence so real

No deceit or angry voices in her head

She does not know that her future is bleak, an angry red

She cannot see it, feel it, taste it

She is a bright spot amidst the reek

For now she is safe

But soon, she will care so much that she will drown in the pain

Drown in the minds of so many other little girls

Her pretty pink toes, match her pretty pink bows

But soon, nothing will match

Nothing will make sense the way it used too

Nothing will be pink

A swarm of colors will smother her, knocking her unconscious

She dreams in pink, she drinks in pink,

Until it is time to wake up to the ugly blacks and browns and grays

To an endless life, a million days

Every day she climbs into a bed of blacks and dreams of pinks

Everything is so innocent, who wants to think?

An angry roar awakens her

A bright and evil red

Her mother and father

They argue about the blacks and grays, the browns, the endless days

This little girl, all grown up cannot hear the sounds

She must not stay!

She wants to flee the blacks and grays

The infinity of days

To hide away in the pinks to play

But alas, the thing she hurried to grow into must brave the grays

She must hide away the tears at bay

She must become an ice queen

To last the days

As summer descends her hide lies melting

She could not win, not against the grays!

She melts into a pink puddle

No longer the cute little girl

No longer the ice queen, she is the melting queen

Her eyes, once pink give way and become gray

She could not last through the endless days

Although she died in the monotony of black, it is pink her

soul portrays




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On Wednesday February 9th, 2005, GraySky (21) writes:
Personally, I thought the repetition was awesome. Maybe this wasn't the point, but it made me think of a child saying it, which kind of went along with the whole innocent-pink deal. That's how it sounded to me anyway. Great job!


On Friday December 19th, 2003, unusual_blood (94) writes:
shit, i meant the ice queen. sry i'm polluting your comment area with so many comments. i just can't believe how much talent you've got. first time i read em' i didn't really take the time to see. now i have. SUPERB work


On Friday December 19th, 2003, unusual_blood (94) writes:
i re-read this poem, and i loved the symbols here of the colors, the little girl, the ice cream, and finally the puddle. ironic how we always want to be what we are not. i disagree, i think the repitition worked well


On Thursday December 11th, 2003, crazyflax (23) writes:
You paint such vivid portraits for me. The lines turn into the colors, the tone changes with each new word. Amazing, I loved it, and the monotony of it all, I found, worked great.


On Monday December 8th, 2003, Alanarchy (1697) writes:
Wow... Just, wow.


On Saturday December 6th, 2003, Rebel_Angel (401) writes:
Very good!


On Friday December 5th, 2003, unusual_blood (94) writes:
WOW awseome job. its delusional saint by the way, i finally figured out the way this thing works! This poem ... i can see the colours. "Until it is time to wake up to the ugly blacks and browns and grays" Great line


On Thursday December 4th, 2003, AlluringDescent_darkbride (763) writes:
I agree with Cre. I really enjoyed the repeating colors. That's probably gonna stick with me for the rest of the night. She dreams in color but her days are black and gray. Lovely.


On Thursday December 4th, 2003, cre (507) writes:
I liked it myself . . I thought the repetition of the colors really drove the point home . . and I found it a creative way to illustrate your point . .nice job.


On Thursday December 4th, 2003, manunkind (89) writes:
thank you! it means alot to me coming from you. i read some of your stuff earlier, i love the "Darkest Places"


On Thursday December 4th, 2003, Exodus (210) writes:
Pink, Grays, Browns, Melting this, melting that, endless days....all said WAY too much...i like the idea though


On Thursday December 4th, 2003, manunkind (89) writes:
that was on purpose.... ahh. but i thought about that when i wrote it... i decided i liked the monotony. it was one of my earlier poems (i started writing them like 3 years ago)



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