Dark Poetry #4 |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Pretty lade, she likes my pretty face Her house and bed shame in place Power struggle Struggling inside me to do the right thing Eyes that see too much Fingers taken away, stray places hide Can I have mine? Jesus, picture fix neglect You, such importance Fit me to my yoke Carry it, carry on Stubborn not very strong Introduce me to such a beautiful lady Playing with my spinal cord I could carry her, but run instead Fear loss fleeing from my life Lace barely amazing There has got to be something better... Group gathered in a circle The guilt I have to face Holding stones in their hands I've come to take my place Nothing stands to try and stop it Here's the just reward for such disgrace balloons are made of rubber... |
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niere Member
since 2006-04-23
Posts 77 |
i love this. the notion that pleasure can lead to pain or shame at times is daunting...if not unfair. and the fact that justice seems to abandon people in times of need.... and i think you expressed all that brilliantly in this poem. well worded and deep. a very good read - regardless of the saddening ending. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Thank you. Thats sorta what happens when you do something stupid and get to feel guilty about it. -GIS balloons are made of rubber... |
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