Dark Poetry #4 |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Only when the brain is wet does it function properly Crystal hard and solid, pure as gold This day my mind dictates I'm pulled inside out I hear the screams of someone dying Someone who doesn't try Someone who doesn't care Its like the world falls apart, piece by piece, chunk by chunk, Its falling Ouch in this spot where it lands Lack of hope, control, faith It feels like dying Burning from the inside Roasted Cooked in this pot of swollen doubt Concentrate Think Draw it in I can see Grab this image And mold it Make it fit To understanding Exact or nothing In the clearer view of what you see Struggle, transmutate, disection of yourself On display for an empty mind critique of poor judgement Honest display of what should be I just want understanding from rambled thoughts to understand the understood faith borne broken dying Give it a lift and let it live. Closed will remain closed until opened. |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
painful and exactly crafted. |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
Solid...Painfull. I like it. - River Love hurts as bad as it feels good. |
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