Dark Poetry #4 |
born dead |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
When I was little a kid, I was not at all shady, Sure, I did my stuff, But I wasn’t rough, Each slap I took, Felt my mind quake, Scars of the past, Can be seen today, Daddy wasn’t around, Did he want to be? Guess I’ll never know, He found another hoe, This may sound harsh, But that’s what this is, Anger in few lines, No punches through the wall, Just another misplaced mind, Mistook me for a wrong seed, Had to pay the due, Being born was my crime, Who knew? I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Very well written. Nicely done. "fit to be tied" |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I have three daddies. And one of them says He'll be a father to the fatherless. Nice write. -GIS Thr enemies name is Satan a.k.a. "The Stupid Angel" |
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spaz02 Member
since 2005-06-28
Posts 74USA |
this was nice...alotta emotion i dont understand though |
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