there's a key in hungary that you wish on and it will come true... there are keys to our hearts, our dreams, our wishes, to people, to us... yesterday a girl showed me who she was, i saw her fears and aspirations... that's the key to humanity


the key

subjective to my perspective
dreams and nightmares and things
are all quite the same so
frightening, so this is reality?

tell me nonfiction
please, just this once

let me in

let me in

subjective to my perspective
we're locked behind bars
and attached to masks of
monsters... where is humanity?

let me in

please



Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2006-09-22 at 06:45

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dija
well a very creatively written poem.i really enjoyed reading it!!! a very good subject!!
Well done!!!
2006-10-01


Arti
Take from me the keys to my locker, but in turn, give me the key to the hearts of men. For they alone need more than 80% of the love in the bounty of nature.
2006-09-23