As I Grew Up

Rating: 5.0
When I was a kid
I used to sit in our garage
reading my fairytales alone
and look around for those
one eyed Cyclopes, gigantic spiders
Ship wrecking octopus and
witches with evil spells and
long blood soaked nails
and what if they sneak in.
They may throw me in dungeon
with hackles for my arms and legs.
They can even burn me and feast
on my heart or pluck away
my eyes and make me blind.
There is no escape from
their web till they wrap me up
with their saliva and swallow.
I shall be left to have a slow death
oh those merciless monsters
But in those moments
always there came a Fairyqueen
or a Mermaid or a Goddess of forests
on her silver unicorn.
They took me from there
to a fairly land or coral palaces
or a castle in the Kingdom of Mapplewoods.
We lived hapily ever after.

But as i grew up
those who put me in dark prison
to eternity did not have
blood dripping nails, but with
lovely nail polishes.
They were not one eyed,
But with two lovely eyes
that can even mesmerise a stone.
Their lovely lips ate away
my heart even when im alive.
Their webs were weaved from a
delicate material, they called love.
They mummified me with their
sweet words soaked in honey,
but made from venom.
Then they made me a zombie for life.
They were not like monsters I read.
They were not witches,
They were all fairy queens,
They were are all mermaids.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
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COMMENTS
the deceptive woman scares a man..a nice shift in concept and imagery..lovely
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Surya . 12 May 2009
the power of modern men and women have outpassed that of those in ur child hood stories. be carefull.but sincel humans can adopt changing scenario only caution will do.nice poem.posted 10 for u surya
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Cindy Kreiner Sera 11 May 2009
Wonderful imagery - a lot of pain, very well written
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Sheilla San Diego 10 May 2009
You're really good! I like this one too! The images are vivid and the emotions raw, brilliant.
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Poornima Kanasen 10 May 2009
I am fascinated by what I read and which was written by you! Good imagination which can drive others into what you would want them to see after all! Wow, it is a 10, indeed! ! K.Poornima
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Naidz Ladia 04 May 2009
nice piece, , , meaningful writes dear..the reality dear is there is a big difference from childhood to adulthood...changes occurs in each stage dear, so as we grew up, our responsibilities grows too..naizz
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C. P. Sharma 04 May 2009
Amazing poetry. I thought I was reading Tagore's boyhood days. CP
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It must have pained you to be so brutally honest, and to that, I take my hat off. I loved it, the visualisation so easily captured, the hope a child can only cling onto, to have his innocence destroyed. Powerful. But I believe your poem doesn't only apply to children, does it?
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Kurt Behle 29 April 2009
Mmmm... What else can I say the poem is all nice but please make it be felt by the reader I mean like a rhyme thing. To be honest 7/10
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rago rago 29 April 2009
a good write.........a beautiful memoir..........great write. 10 ++
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