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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
An inch or two Just about A peek over the rim To the mass inside Almost there A void of space for the viewing and interact Riches, happieness, success, even love Almost there I can almost see, As I continue to strain Blood shot Pratice and rehearse Again and again Like addiction Misunderstood Drive and Im blind Poverty The best almost Lightly frizzled mind A dork inside And yet I continue to try No support and they tell me to quit Almost sad I cant stop Like a prison of motivation And with a tear to prove this Its worse than nicotine or heroin Slave to my own creation As wretched as it is Truly a work in progress On and on forever a trickle of music from a well |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Hey, my friend, when that poetic fire burns, you just have to go for it, and it IS an addiction!!!! Glad you're here...~S~ Accept these small gifts from my gypsy heart ~S~ |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Thank you. Its not just poetry. Its music too. GIS a trickle of music from a well |
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mytuesdaywishes Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 254a voice from the musicbox |
wow, you're totally my writing soulmate...i know how you feel. your words dance upon the very fabric of our overachieving world. well done. oh, and i love your name. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
mytuesdaywishes-Ive never gotten a response like yours. And it feels awesome. Thanx. GIS a trickle of music from a well |
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