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Punish {repost} |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I've drawn a line Made of pride and filth Misconception and screaming runny noses Where the air is cold How many times does it break Before its considered broken Soothing spray of layered razor blades It makes me smile I fantasize about love Existance with a purpose Inside my muscle tissues where the flames rage And I'm slobbering on a piece of lead The beauty of forgiveness Yearn and passionate desire Slumber extatic pain Reaching my sockets loosen and fall out of place Warmer blood with a tint of molten lava The suns gentle surface of justice And pools of incinerating heat Relax and enjoy it Alive my tombstone was lost Solid rock and very heavy Swerves in a collision of passion and fate The beautiful useless mess of what I became [I appreciate your concern, you'll always stink and burn.]-Kurt Cobain |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is a very powerful poem. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
thank you. GIS [I appreciate your concern, you'll always stink and burn.]-Kurt Cobain |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
*feels her jaw drop - pushes it back up only to have it fall again* ...solid man, i couldn't have said it better  - Bonnie Sue sleep my precious slumber |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Impressive write... vivid imagery! Seems to ride along the sharp edge of death, dying and self loathing!  |
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