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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
The sound of pulsating agony the stains of mind grappling hate fear the stench it's over and left with a mess of pain. tangled twisted ball of wire, can you scratch your way, bleed your way to comfort? spell these letters once more superficial drama and you've got a well blended cold brew of inebriation absent of a previous bottle. not the side effect of usual stupidity, but a mind over hung on the past, a future absent of present. singled out one by one, you all nod your heads, close your eyes, and wish that upon opening you do not see the world for what it really is - drunk with ignorance. How can I stand here and not be moved by you? - Lifehouse |
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b.costen Member
since 2003-11-02
Posts 107ontario, CAN |
just something i've learned, the word "bleed" doesn't really cut it for poems anymore i hope jesus makes you better p.s. there was some originality in this, try to really bring your figurative language abilities to the surface next time so what's it going to be then, eh? |
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