Teen Poetry #5 |
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Nirvana Lovin', Guitar Playin' Freaks |
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Allysa![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden ![]() |
I pick up the phone to hear your voice on the other line. The strains of guitar riffs wailing in the backround another song by Kurt Cobain. You try to explain you make up excuses as to why you never bothered to show up today. I sit in the closet the phone dangling loosly in my hand. The strains of guitar riffs wailing in the backround another song by Kurt Cobain. You try not to care when I don't respond I guess there's nothing left for me to say to you. Your voice cracks a dozen times you haven't finished your sentence and I'm all ready drying my eyes. The strains of guitar riffs wailing in the backround another song by Kurt Cobain. You tell me to listen you try to apologize for the lack of attention the lack of affection. Where were you when you weren't next to me holding my insides in? The strains of guitar riffs wailing in the backround another song by Kurt Cobain. You're just another Nirvana lovin' guitar playin' freak with no time on their hands, you're just like me. (for Mike) |
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DarkAngelOfTheStars Member
since 2001-04-21
Posts 255 |
i love the end.....heh probably because i love nirvana and miss kurt cobain so much ![]() |
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Cinderelly Member
since 2001-12-31
Posts 189NM, USA |
This is a good story-telling type poem! ![]() Life is a moderately good play w/ a badly written thrid act. - Unknown |
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Allysa![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
He always plays on his guitar..... some song he makes me guess which one... *Polly wants a craker... I think I should get off her first...* hmmmm.... he always strums on his guitar another song, he makes me guess which one... Sad thing is, I was only 6 when Kurt died so I never got to see them in concert.... makes me want to cry...... |
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See me? Member
since 2002-02-13
Posts 93UK |
this is cool wat else can I say good write. God Bless Clare Life is about change,sometimes its painful,sometimes its beautiful,sometimes its both. |
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