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| Open Poetry #46 |
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Kry |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
I stood on the street Called it a stage Found me a box Made me a haze Closed my eyes and spoke to the skies Wouldn't you know It believed all my lies I lost myself Found a man Who would have thought He was more then I could stand So I became an artist Fed my memory Love my family Rejoice in tranquility Painted a picture Tears made the paint run Wrote a lecture Pen broke before I was done All I am is a book with no meaning You can find me Against that wall I am leaning I'm so unstable I need some help Need you to take my hand Well okay, I don't But I like how it felt. "Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it." |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
This poem was just a GREAT rap! Loved it! |
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