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The Fuckin Bad Guy
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: In a place where people don't judge me for drinking vodka by the gallon and taking advantage of 18 y/o highschool girls
Posts: 11,347
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Jagged Shards of Broken Dreams
"Jagged Shards Of Broken Dreams"
She was a stargazing day dreamer,
Trapped; phasing decay turning leaner,
As cancer ate the meat off her bones,
Yet there was no defeat in the tones-
Of her voice as she spoke to her lover,
Hoping he wouldn’t poke and discover-
The means to an end of her rejoice,
For when Allison had heard his voice-
Life seemed to fill with hope and repair,
And she could only cope with despair,
While knowing that he was still there,
It was something within his stare,
Or the simple fact that he did truly care,
Laughing together, that unruly pair,
They seemed forever lost in each other,
Until he called and got Allison’s mother.
She spoke with a mother’s hesitation,
The impatient waiting as conversation-
Simply did not move quickly enough,
Predicting this as some sickly little bluff,
For who was on the end of the phone,
Asking for Allison as if he hadn’t known,
That she had died nearly a year ago,
So puzzled she asked, and here we go.
Jake simply couldn’t believe his ears,
Consumed by his beleaguered fears,
That this amazing girl he met on the net,
Was simply a ghost, a dead silhouette,
So he lay down in bed with a cigarette,
Eyes fixed blankly on the television set,
Until his eyes closed and he drifted away-
Toward Heaven; where God lifted decay,
And Allison lay there amidst the flowers,
Drinking in the passion of summer showers,
Yet as he stepped closer, the phone rang,
And best believe, on the other end sang-
Allison…as if nothing had changed,
He threw the phone, feeling deranged…
Jake, you can’t get calls from the dead,
He’d tell himself as he tried resting his head.
It was baffling…how much he would pace,
Over Allison...a girl he never met face to face,
So when the madness set in he finally called,
Lying on the floor enthralled, simply sprawled-
Out all over, until returning to a fetal position,
Counting the rings on the phone transmission,
Until she picked up and said, “Hello lover.”
“I missed you so much beneath my cover.”
“Can you finally come to keep me warm?”
Jake wept, swept himself up with a storm,
And replied, “I’ll be there on the next flight.”
Promising her, “Everything will be alright.”
Upon arrival he sought out her white dress,
The blonde hair and well…just about any likeness-
To the photos that Allison had sent him,
And there she stood, on the outside looking in,
So he dropped his bags and ran to kiss her,
Only to find Allison’s brother in the clothes of his sister,
Wearing a long blonde wig and her make up,
Speaking with the girly voice that Jake loved...
And so it seemed that after Allison died,
Her brother tried to let her spirit confide-
Through him, hoping it would keep her spirit at bay,
Unwilling to believe that God led her astray.

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Ghost...
Quote:
Originally Posted by Quriosity
let's not sugarcoat the situation. got life left and the league crashed.
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