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I pushed myself too hard ahead
I felt free from prison and joyful
Until I was murdered in my place
I soared swiftly to the heavens above
I found myself there eventually
Finding out the truth for the reason I was there
I felt a burning fire within me
As I was lusting for revenge
I turned life back, and fell back home
There was no turning back with the voices
Echoing from behind
I climbed out of my deathbed alive
Shaking cold and gasping for air
I avoided the voices following me from the dead
I was back home where I could start my goal
I encounter my friend, and others to use
Using for business, as I continue to seek revenge
I dealt with irony and dramatic moments
I practiced to be who I really wasnít to please others
The night I last dealt with my friend and a tool
Was the night that my life would eventually end,
I ran away to save another soul
It would be either sink or swim
I then fought my old friendís minions and
Tried to make myself strong
I was released free from my ropes with support and trust
I would never giving up until the end
I fight until I would make my enemy suffer
More than ever before
I fought him until he fell beneath the surface
I then went for two things, but I had to make one choice
I sacrificed myself for someone else
She was free from near death, and went safely back to shore
I felt my second death approaching me by the second
I swam down towards the bottom, when I then drowned
I was brought forth to the depths of Hell
It allowed me to visit the human soul once more
The magic of the heavens drove Satanís presence to dust
She came before me, telling me to come back to heaven
And explained the reason why I was allowed to return
I said my last words and good-byes to the tired child
As well as my sleeping friend
I knew that good-byes were not forever
I didnít know when I would return, but I hoped for that day to come
I was carried back to heaven, where my old friend was also
There I would stay until I could return to Earth again
I may suck to some people, but I didn't know where do put this because there's no movie-fan selections in poetry, but oh well. This poem is mainly suppose to be in the character Charlie's point of view from the first movie. I tried, but please no negative comments please. I was just as bored as hell when I did this. And if you hadn't seen the movie, you should see it, but I hope this poem doesn't give off any spoilers.
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hypershadow34 Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
Nice poem! In my opinion the movie had somewhat a dark atmosphere, which I loved.
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Itchystar Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2009
"Charlie....you can never come back! You can nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv vvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr come back," Annabelle's came from the watch.

I love that part in the moive.
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Tristan-the-Dreamer Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2008  Student Traditional Artist
"I practiced to be who I really wasn't to please others." Where in the movie did you pick this up? to my mind Charlie only does what he wants, no matter who it hurts. So I disagree with you there. I do agree that he used others a lot, including Itchy.

The forceful, relentless, and somewhat detached tone of this poem gave it power.

~Tris
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