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KJ Nov 2010
To step foot through the Realms of Reality,
and turn from the land of make-believe,
is to give yourself over to the wasteland of happily-never-after.

You'll find along the path of the yellow brick ruins,
A sleeping beauty, cast to the side not in sleep, but in death.
A witch shoves Mother Goose in an Iron Clad stove,
along with Hansel and Gretel and the gingerbread man.
The Mad Hatter sips from his blood filled teacup,
and a mermaid's tail hangs upon the fisherman's hook.

Somewhere in the distance, a pixie's light goes out for good,
and another flying chimp is stripped of its feathered wings.
Rapunzal's golden hair lies in ashes on the grave,
along with the remnants of a tattered flying carpet.
The lost boys wander aimlessly, trying to remember how to fly,
and slice their toes on the remaining shards of a magic mirror.

The scream of a toymaker echoes through the air
As he watches his wooden boy scorch in the flames before his eyes.
The sky grows darker as the second star to the right goes out,
and a dragon lies dying because Jackie Paper was ripped to shreds.
A genie slams the walls of his prison, suffocating inside his magic lamp,
and a child, no bigger then your thumb, is carried off by a jet black raven.

A half dead Briar Rabbit, steps over the carcass of a cow from the moon
and seven shaken dwarves waste away, mourning over their stone cold maiden.
A flying elephant is shot down dead, and drops from the blood red sky
And a thin lost sheep is snatched in the jaws of the big bad wolf.
A small, shaken child stumbles out of the mist and shadow,
wondering what became of his beloved Land of Make Believe..
KJ Nov 2010
These words don't feel right to me.
And why should they?
These words aren't mine.
They belong to the hopeless romantics
With vocabulary and experience.
The ****** novels
That become the handbook for the lustful empty.
These words don't taste right on my lips.
They are false.
Meaningless.
Wrong.
this poem can also be found here http://torturedxsoul.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=24#/d2tez4w
i didn't steal this poem, this is my original work, and this is a second profile of mine. please dont copr or redistribute.
KJ Nov 2010
Peter Pan said "take my hand, but keep your love and keep your kiss.
Slip the thimble on my finger, these feelings don't exist."

But I learned my lesson in Neverland, and the shadows that it cast.
I was too quick to trust, and the pixie dust, just never seemed to last.

So I turned my face away from the boy who feared to live.
I took my chances in the past, he had nothing more to give.

So keep my love, and keep my kiss, give the thimble in return.
He taught me something wonderful, but I have more to learn.
this poem can also be seen here http://torturedxsoul.deviantart.com/#/d2n0okl ...i didn't steal it this is another profile of mine. this is an original poem by myself. please dont recopy or redistribute.

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