Dark Poetry #4 |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I began in this life as a child the child within That never out grew the natural arrogance Trying to see through Our debris Chipping at life Digging for my soul and Overlooking you Who am I? Real under this blanket of sin Pretty, you're beautiful Shaving off omitance In line under lie People are fast Mass multitudes and faces One body LIghtening Inside this box of myself Selfishness as the base Walls of worry A ceiling from not looking out who I am inside myself By myself and my shadow Its me, its all me No one else even fits Who do I love more? Myself or God There is no excuse for my rudeness Watching God use my fingers they are his His creation Apart of my defective soul While I was crying about my imperfections I didn't even notice you Sitting there In need I didn't see you Cause I was worried about my hair The blood dripping from your eye Is what they told me I still didn't see you While I'm burning in the wreckage From the crash in myself Maybe I can give you something after all A good show A beautiful piece of art Enjoy the coffee and the chocolate ...and the way things are goin, they're gonna crucify me. -The Beattles |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Interesting read, though I didn't 'get' much of it. Perhaps that's due to it sounding a bit cathartic, and those are right buggers to fully comprehend not knowing the impetus behind the pen. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Thank you. Its pretty much about a selfishness I let speak up when I shouldn't have. Its the box. I basically feel like I box myself in because I worry about myself more than I do others. Then also just think about Jesus. ...and the way things are goin, they're gonna crucify me. -The Beattles |
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