Open Poetry #35 |
beggining the end of tomorrow |
River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
I crack my skull thoughts desentigrate to tile i burn my hair as love that consumed me bleeds me dry I clutch the dreads of tomorrow in battered fingers of this foggy hour pray for saturation of my clouded soul cling to hope that never came but is always wanted I die awake never blinking never knowing wich moment was my last or my first How can I stand here and not be moved by you? - Lifehouse |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I clutch the dreads of tomorrow Bonnie...a great line..one I may borrow in inspiration( of course giving you credit...) M |
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