*my mental rapist*
the closed chamber in my head
known as my secret territory
that single shelter i had left
the only hide-out for me
has been hacked and now repainted
into a colour that does not fit
some second coat, not to be washed of
and in my fakeness i sit
the work of a hidden architect
whose image i might have missed
someone close or a little further
my personal mental rapist
*my sweet sixteen...PARTY*
known as my secret territory
that single shelter i had left
the only hide-out for me
has been hacked and now repainted
into a colour that does not fit
some second coat, not to be washed of
and in my fakeness i sit
the work of a hidden architect
whose image i might have missed
someone close or a little further
my personal mental rapist
*my sweet sixteen...PARTY*
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Wicked Soul: | Maandag, juli 26, 2004 14:29 |
| Prachtig. Je schrijft zo nuchter, zo down to earth. Ik hou echt van je gedichten. Ze schudden je stuk voor stuk eens lekker door elkaar; and sometimes that's what we all need. ;) Keep it up. Embrace, -Lien.- |
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| The unreachable: | Zondag, juli 11, 2004 12:15 |
| Impressive..je hebt een hele originele schrijstijl, strawberry! echt classy! I'm starting to fall in love with that style of yours..Take Care.. | |
| NightArising: | Zaterdag, juli 10, 2004 15:49 |
| Hééél mooi geschreven! | |
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| Auteur: strawberryswirl | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 juli 2004 | ||
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