inking fast as bleeding, by lost the lonely dead
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splitting threads breaking heads
crashing glass inking fast
desperate, desperate stupidity
foolhardiness the stuff of fairies
people preach of their love
yet im not so in love with their words
are we all meant to be
the whores of someone’s twisted sense of life
give up the purity of humility
never ever admitting fault
a kiss betrayed my king
plotting further demise
to innoculate a virus of hatred
the blood stained hands reach out
but ghosts don’t eat much
and never give to the spell of sleep
i miss winters chill
the price of trying to pretend pain is real
the saddness found in finding its not
so very...confused........ |
| Posted: 2006-09-17 06:04:06 UTC |
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| 2006-09-19 02:06:19 | Loneliness is condescending |
| i like it ...then i dont ... then i read it again and i like walk away and dont like it...so you get a half of a thumb |
| 2006-09-24 07:59:25 | lost the lonely dead |
| its cause you are sooo very confused as well as i am....no i dont know really... |
| 2006-10-16 19:55:34 | Faith |
| It confuses and rushes onwards... that was probably the intent. Well done! |
| 2006-10-28 11:57:15 | Kirsty (living in the light) |
| u left a comment on my poem....... with God....saying u wish u had the freedom just to get away from it all once in a while....... well u do..... even in the very busiest of tiems, the hardest storms of life. God still is waiting there. you just have to run to him. that lonely place is a place in ur heart. I've had to learn that its not easy but its possible |