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obscure series notch #2 where has my halloween got too?
By whisperer
lie forgotten just inside the fence, hair a mess of leaves and rain and
the sun breaks gently through iron grey clouds
sitting up to rub the cold water out of my bloodshot eyes at all the masks
running past my waist high fence...
blue and green, and brown eyes leer at me over paper and plastic smiles...
hard lined horror holes eyeing me in trepidation from behind pictuesque
depictions of horror and transfixed images of suffering or abysmal happiness
things that were never taken from the shelves of some SuperMart
or major label outlet store
Halloween used to be my favorite holiday
but when everyone...
...everyday....
...dresses up to be a beautiful failure
or a horrific success
its taken all the fun from going door to door asking for the goodness that
being a member of the human race brings with it
so instead i sit from my dilapidated wooden steps, watching through the
torrent of water falling from a broken gutter
hands on my arms on my knees pulled up under my chin
wondering where my favorite holiday has run off too
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© 2009 whisperer
Published on Thursday, February 12, 2009.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "obscure series notch #2 where has my halloween got too?"
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On Thursday, February 12, 2009, elisa
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wrote:
'...dresses up to be a beautiful failure or a horrific success ...' holy shi'at this is brilliant. what more can i say...
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A former member wrote:
i know what you mean i think, but maybe we just get more cynical with age. was halloween or xmas so different b4 we were old enough to realise how commercialised they are. everything is rose-tinted as a kid -that's the beauty of it. I like the idea -that people 'dress up' every day - and i could picture it vividly. nice write.
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