Author: FunkyFlower PM
A poem written when my parents were fighting. Dedicated to all fictional books cuz they're my escape from reality and thanx to 'silentescape' for unconsciously inspiring the title. review plz?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 358 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 12-12-05 - id: 2067620
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The title was inspired
by the fictionpress author 'silentescape'. Cool name:-) And the poem
was inspired by my parents going mad! lol. Dedicated to fiction books
in general, especially trashy romance, freaky horror and crime.
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I've heard it all before,
It's the sound of my parents fighting,
But I don't seem to care anymore.
Indifferent, immune, I just walk away,
Close the door to my bedroom and sigh,
Cuddling in a corner, I pick up a book and read,
Knowing it'll never be alright.
I'm not crazy in suggesting that it's a fake,
Just hollow threats and meanigless nags,
'Cuz I know they'll never split cuz of us,
They're tied to the house with all the bags.
I find it strange that once I got upset,
And felt fear and terror at the thought,
That my parents would split and me and my brothers,
Would be abandoned and worth nought.
Because now I know it's part of the deal,
That you accept when you get married,
Even though these trashy romane novels,
Suggest a different ending to the one I've carried.
These books, paperbacks, romance, comedy, crime,
Are my getaways and silent escapes,
Where I can absorb the feelings of another character,
And pretend to have all it takes.
I can be brave, clever, perfect, beautiful,
And make it through all the mist,
I don't have to be me, a typical teenager,
Or a freak or a weirdo- there's more to the list.
I can have all the friends in the world,
Feel respected, admired and looked upto,
I can battle the forces of darkness,
Or find a perfect guy to be mine for true.
I can fly, do spells and incantations,
And bring the dead back to life again,
I can live in a world where grades are worthless,
Where peace and friendliness make this Earth heaven.
But even though I deceive myself,
I know that none of these things can be true,
So closing the cover resignedly,
I get up to face the world feeling blue...