Open Poetry #10 |
Nauseating things... |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
was i not captured again by the corners of your eyes so red s o un( a live ) then again.. was i not afraid to be denied was an o r d i n a r y pi g ye t i know /these nauseating things i bring them to life [in timid .uninspired .paranoid. ways] theres no more surprises to tell theres no more hero's to kill what can you do..? when every day you wake up to be only you only you.. theres a l o v e song in my head it will rep ea t and rape me with c a r e with someone actually there but th e n again./ .. thats all i seem to be it says to me... im so glad to be al l i seem to be.,.,.,,. no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
now this is an intriguing piece--- "when every day you wake up to be only you..." "i'm so glad to be all I seem to be..." okay, I know not the way you typed it---but I do like it, lots, have other ??? but will e ya about it, if it's okay? |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
I loved this piece very much. Thank you for sharing. Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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