Open Poetry #1 |
Courting the Grim Reaper |
Brianne New Member
since 1999-07-14
Posts 6Boston, MA |
The shovel I carry is heavy and the grave I dig is filled with regret In a lazy haze I once again part my lips and take in this foreign mouth A mouth that fills me with Warmth And thickens my haze Are you amused by my mask? Does my smile fool you? If you could really see my soul, Would you stay? Pushing away my curiousities I once again take in that 80-proof mouth, And dig my grave deeper Brianne |
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Sweet T Member
since 1999-06-14
Posts 64mesa, arizona maricopa |
This is a really deep poem. I can relate in some ways, and question it in others. My hats off to you. |
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Sweet T Member
since 1999-06-14
Posts 64mesa, arizona maricopa |
This is a really deep poem. I can relate in some ways, and question it in others. My hats off to you. |
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