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the paper boat




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I WALK.
MANY A TIME
HUMMING SILLY RHYMING LINES
RECOLLECTING SMALL PEBBLES
SINGING TINY SILVER BELLS
THE DROPS OF RAIN
THEPAPER BOAT
ALL LOST,ALL IN VAIN
SUNKEN BOAT
AH! ONCE IT FLOAT
THE TALES OF YONDER LAND
THE KING AND THE QUEEN
SHIFTED SANDS
MANY A TIME
PAILFUL WITH HAND
TINY CASTLES OF TIME
WALKED ALONE ALL THE TIME
STEPPING STONES
ACTING AS SILENT MIME
SIGHING INANE MOARNS
PAGES TURN,WORDS FADE
SCRIBLED LINES
THE DIARY WITH THE GREY SHADE
AND PAPER BINDS
break the glass
the PaPeR bOaT;

pretending
runin away
my world of dreams

i am so what
scribbled lines
inane words
meaning
crinkled paper
worthless
mystery unfold
chalk dust
fallen ground
all to dust
silent speaker

# that's the thing 'bt people who dream.
* they believe in them.
&; it's in this world. not a fake one like the real - [c]
` hell and heaven together
and am lost in the hell*


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b r o k e n . h e a r t

the PAPER BOAT

i live in another world. the world of pretending
*may7black
Sometimes I pretend that I can not see. I close my eyes and pretend that I am blind. So I can not see people cry. Tears that make me sick. I mages that come back like some haunting movie. Nightmares of my life. I pretend they are not there. Not around the corner. Not on the streets. Not in the room. No where. No where.

Mirrors. Mirrors. Everywhere.

But sometimes I pretend I can not see. I pretend that I am not crying.

Sometimes I pretend that I am deaf. I can hear no more. I can’t hear the screams for help. I can not hear the cries of the dead. I can’t hear the heart beat of fear. Of helplessness. The sound of death. No not death. Something worse than that.

But I am deaf. I can hear no such noise. I pretend that I am listening a sony walkman. All the time. Music. No cries.

Sometimes I pretend.

Sometimes I pretend that I can’t speak. I pretend that I can suffer without speaking. Like others. I pretend that I am dumb. Words don’t betray me. I feel but I can’t shout.

Sometimes I pretend that I can run. Sometimes I pretend that I can fly.

Sometimes I pretend that I’m not what I am.

CLOUD. SCRAP. BEE. ICE. PEBBLE. LEAF.

Sometimes I pretend that the world is a pretty rose garden.

Sometimes I pretend that all stories end with -lived happily ever after….