It Existed

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Regardless the pain, and the yearning of a writer to write when pained most, one love will be different than all others.

It existed
Somewhere, some when or how
I do not know much
Neither do I realize much
Amongst the depths of words
Lost the dollar
Concealed the media behind an unseen mask
Buried the bullets
Then I just ran
With excruciating pain at my left foot
I just ran
With the entire world hopping behind me
Just ran
With autumn’s leaves falling
Time was being spent
But I breathed in and out, worried
That you and your love would outrun me
I was sure it existed  scarily
Somehow, some when, somewhere
I knew the phantasmagoria I lived in
Felt it, spoke it and almost drank and ate it too
But that mattered not, for all I seeked, was freedom
Of the world, of the chaos , of your love
Today, I confess...I killed my heart with pleasure, today, I give my paper the leverage, with pride!

Submitted: February 19, 2010

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you choose an interesting topic for this poem and i thoroughly enjoyed. you are sad writer and know how to express it through words. but you used a word i never hear of... so can you please tell me what phantasmagoria means? thanks keep it up!

Sat, February 20th, 2010 6:04pm


Phantasmagoria : a shifting series of phantasms, illusions, or deceptive appearances, as in a dream or as created by the imagination.

And im pleased to have you read and praise my work. :) I shall read your work too as soon as I can , sorry for being sluggish at it.

And, not sad writer, but a writer going through some rough times haha. Thank you nonteheless for your comment.

Sat, February 20th, 2010 10:52am

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