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Author Topic: Random Thoughts From the Mind of Halochild
halochild
Post Re: Random Thoughts From the Mind of Halochild
on: February 4, 2013, 23:08
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THIS BEAUTIFUL POEM WAS WRITTEN BY MY SON, DYLAN GOODPASTURE aka "WHITE OUT", 17-YEARS OLD. HE IS THE MOST AMAZING MAN I HAVE EVER BEEN BLESSED TO KNOW. I'M SHARING HIS POEM HERE BECAUSE THE WHOLE WORLD DESERVES TO SEE AND ENJOY HIS POETRY AND RAPS. I HATE EVERY SINGLE SECOND THAT MY SON EXPERIENCES PAIN, BUT I LOVE THAT HE HAS BEEN GIVEN THE AWESOME GIFT OF BEING ABLE TO EXPRESS HIMSELF THRU WORDS AND WITH HIS HEART. HE FEELS BECAUSE HE "HAS" A HEART. HE TOLD ME ONCE THAT IN ORDER FOR US, AS PEOPLE, TO APPRECIATE LOVE, WE HAVE TO FEEL THE PAIN THAT GOES ALONG WITH IT. I KNOW HE IS RIGHT. HERE IS HIS POEM FOR YOU TO ENJOY. LOVE, CHERIE (Halochild)

Poem I wrote called shattered reflection.

I feel like a ghost staring into a shattered reflection
The only thing I have is my rap and perfection
Built up aggression
Shards of possession
Noone can stop the demon progressing
The mirror shattered and there went the glass
All that remains is a fucked up past
The past is gory
A never ending story
I am a ghost a stranger to glory
All i feel is pain
The scars on my wrist outline my vein
I'm not evil and I'm not nice
I'm in between like the roll of a dice
Life is a gamble and I've fucked up twice
I do drugs to see the shadow of where I came from
I've been happy a few times but I can't name one
I've had my loved ones pulled away
I don't think I can survive another day
But I cut my wrist
And try to resist
The urge to make myself not exist
I go down the list of ppl I miss
And I'd bring them back if I had one wish
I look in a empty bottle no genie found
So I guess my loved ones still rest in the ground
I try and try to get it right
The blunt I just smoked has blured my sight
So I guess I have to live one more night
One more night I have to fight
Fight darkness to see the light
The shattered reflection is a reflection of me
The ghosts represents Wat I used to be
Break the chains of reality and set me free
I'm Srry I've Tryed to be the best I can be
The ghost is clear and my reflection is to hard to see.

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