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Paper World

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Paper World

Everything that's real passes me by
Cause I live on a sheet of paper
I could leave it anytime I want
Convincing myself there's always later

Writing about lives I've never lived
Scares me how I act beyond my age
As I'm fading into the background
Becoming a character on a page

In a fibrous bed
Is where I lay my head
The ink stains my clothes
Watch as I, decompose

I'm too young to think this way
I should live and feel everyday
Always goes back to the pen with me
Real life doesn't phase me and honestly
At times I prefer my paper world
Falling in love with artificial girls
Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start
Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game
I'm too young to think this way
Am I far too gone to be saved?

Just one marvelous frame in this world
My beauty is like the autumn leaves
Pretty to see, don't you know I'm dead?
Enshrouded by a blanket of make belief

Instead of trains I played with pencils
Literature in my box of toys
At 6 I held my books in wonder
Desire to intrigue, though I'm just a boy

I tire of real things
Pen holds my puppet strings
I have had enough
Poetry is my love

I'm too young to think this way
I should live and feel everyday
Always goes back to the pen with me
It's where I go to breathe and honestly
At times I prefer my paper world
Falling in love with artificial girls
Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start
Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game
I'm too young to think this way
Am I far too gone to be saved?

With enormous zeal
I burn oil by the desk
Drifting, fading, I
Become a child less and less

It's how I escape
This cold and earthly shell
Is it really me
You're talking to, can you tell?

Would you remember me like a good book?
At times I wish you would
See me as a work of art, a wondrous look
I really don't think you could

Instead of a box beneath the ground
I'm a mere mortal striving to astound
Put me on a shelf and put me in your head
Bits and pieces of me to look at when I'm dead

Would you remember me like a good book?
At times I wish you would...



Entered  into the contest
"How Poetry Has become You"
Hosted by Michael J. Falotico

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  1. Date: 4/10/2013 3:17:00 AM
    Wow... thanks all for the comments. So happy I was picked for some of the best poems in the contest amongst all you awesome poets. Means a lot :D

  1. Date: 3/30/2013 10:01:00 PM
    yihaa!!! congratulations, Tim :)

  1. Date: 3/30/2013 7:34:00 PM
    Congrats Timothy...Donna

  1. Date: 3/29/2013 8:51:00 PM
    Tim, Congratulations in Michale's "How Poetry has become You" contest. This was fascinating. Take care and enjoy the up coming Easter Holiday. ~Always*LINDA

  1. Date: 3/29/2013 4:26:00 PM
    Oh this was GOOD, much higher for me..you know ..you are not alone! I was read Longfellow from BIRTH to around 5, at 5 I could read a dictionary LOL, I hid in libraries from 8-21, and started writing verse at 16. YES..you are an old soul ;) Congrads on your verse winning! Light & Love

  1. Date: 3/14/2013 2:47:00 AM
    Hai, Timothy. It is a really profound write, how you become poet and poetry itself. A very good write. I suppose this is from your true journey? :)

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    Date: 3/14/2013 12:04:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Yeah this one is really personal to me. And how I often feel about writing at times... love to hear from you Dinda! Thank you! :)