Open Poetry #25 |
Refuse |
Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
Here, in the darkeness heartless, panic driven making it with out thoughts stand here alone shattered and splattered on the ground, like thoughts that beat on my brain, like rain on a windowpane. The mindless refuse that contradicts my smile. The selfishness, left to contaminate my soul. The spots of rot the rhythem. Mediate the top when my pain stains. When selfishness takes over Its the mindless refuse that contridicts my smile thoughts, shattered and splattered on the ground, like rain beating on the window pain, releasing the pain from my brain. (¨`·.·´¨) (¨`·.·´¨) |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I love the darkness of this poem. Sometimes I get in the mood from a dark poem. I loved it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
Alrighty then... (¨`·.·´¨) (¨`·.·´¨) |
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