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I Write My Day Dreams
By manunkind
A teacher's voice fuses with putrid heat
it falls upon my mind without refrain
so sweetly, i slip into obsolete-
ness; strange blood and white blossoms spoil my brain
my feet grow twice the size of trees, i stomp
the ground and chasms run like streams
my classmates scatter as school becomes swamp
lands- they drown like rats and impishly scream
sniggering, i wave my gilt sword aloft
and sail towards the the clouds like a meteor
the world looks lonesome, distant, as the soft
wind moans and writhes like tempestous seashore
snap! a sharp sounds transports me back to school-
I travel back to bells and notes and rules
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© 2007 manunkind
Published on Friday, February 2, 2007.
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Comments on "I Write My Day Dreams"
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A former member wrote:
I really liked this, you are an extremely creative mind. And truly made your words fit together. Great job. :D
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A former member wrote:
Really liked this. I think everyone goes through this at school! Made me feel so sad when all the glorious fantasy is ruined with the noise and the return to "bells and notes and rules"
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On Friday, February 2, 2007, Army Barbie
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wrote:
Hahaha, right on man. I miss those days!!! Can you carry me in your backpack?
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