Dealing with life, trucking on...

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Open Poetry #42

Dealing with life, trucking on...

xTr3m3sT
Member

since 2008-03-03

Posts 415

0 posted 2008-05-06 09:58 PM

Flames of anguish spark up with intensity
while I hear the heavens call my name
secretive poisons flowing with vanity
inside my mind that has no shown shame.

Seen within the boundries of my soul
is a troubled child, lost and afraid
that his heart and spirit will turn as dark as coal
and his ability to live will degrade.

Silence rushes to my lips like blood
but my hand is able to voice
my fingertips are my diamond-like studs
they have to write, they have no choice.

So as this poem draws to dissolution
I want to let you all know
my behavior has really no solution
and I have no improvement to show.

[This message has been edited by xTr3m3sT (05-07-2008 02:35 PM).]

Robert E. Jordan
Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-25

Posts 8541
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

1 posted 2008-05-06 11:19 PM

Yo Angel,

This has very good meaning to me. Keep those fingertips moving--write on.

BTW, that should be “poisons” not "poisens"—might as well get it right.

Bobby

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