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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Hi everyone!! Yes it's me and I'm bugging you all again with vain attempts at writing. So heres another one spur of the moment. Why, you ask. Well simple, I'm VERY nervous about Sunday night. I have been talked into doing a reading of three of my poems. Not a big deal you say, yeah right! Just me, the mic, and those faces staring at you, YIKES! HELP!!!!!! I'm looking for that door that will lead me to the bathroom or some other salvation away from my own made horrors that seem to want to consume me. What the hell have I done with the brain that God or Buddah, or Mahamed gave this body, or is it just a myth that you think better under pressure. Take it easy, you say, easy for you to say when your the one with double latte, foamed over with cream smoking that cancer stick and looking at me through imitation Raybans. I going to get sick and when that happens I hope you'll finnally see the real person who's nervous, and scared and wonders why the hell he even pretends to know what he hell he's writing about. But then, My latte comes and I can laugh out loud. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
In a smog of cloud of smoke, nervously eyeing the sun, because I've not a clue as to where in the hell are my ray-bans---and I like this much...I say if the sun comes up...order a bloody mary and call that breakfast... and I like your poetry too. [This message has been edited by serenity (edited 07-17-2000).] |
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