Non-Existence
The Demons drag me down from the tip of my mountain
They bring me back to reality
They do not speak, I understand them from their menacing looks
It was too good to be true
To good to know that happiness doesn’t exist
It is only an illusion we portray to give us hope
Wishing some day this hope would come to materialize
This materialization of hope could some day be real
It is only the lie we live
It is only the lie we see
LDSforlife commented on Non-Existence
08-27-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Torn | 2 | 08/25/2009 |
| Re-Birth | 1 | 07/09/2009 |
| Non-Existence | 1 | 06/19/2009 |
| Confinement | 1 | 06/19/2009 |
| Gone | 1 | 06/19/2009 |
| Apology | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
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