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the water does not scald as it should,
despite my pinkened feet.
it is eternal -- the filth -- I think,
and every action has some immoveable permanency
I wish was mere mud
to tend to at 3 AM.
but I can't lift these sorts of stains
for the life of me.
(A poem on...
*Why Secrets ("top war secrets" I mean:) are impossible...*
Because all people live in a herd
Because all will die or have died
Because today wishes stay against power
Because we are egoists
Because Past don't know the Present
Because never for us can't stop the time
Because to another...
"I'd give you the sky"
But I wouldn't know what to do with it
If he did.
"I'd give you the moon"
But I'd pull it down
And over analyze
The depth of every crater
Roundness of every pebble
And the distinct lack
"I'd give you the sun"
But I'd tug it here
I'm writing this
From a secondhand desk
Secondhand like used
Like done with and tossed
To the next person
For them to write upon
While beaming with pride
At their frugality
"I got this desk for $12"
They tell all who visit
All who pretend to care
But don't give a shit
Late night writing needs a quiet touch
For if I make too much noise then I'll have to put my toys away
And that's no fun at all
Mesmerized by the small-sized device
I try to revise my battle-cry but I'm compromised
Too much space left to try
You might think this poem is about...
So in the world of creativity, I feel very torn. you see, I have lots of talents and ideas, made lots of personal discoveries and such, but yet i still feel the need to create more. I love my creativity but am horribly stuck at the moment and cant express anything???!!!!!! idk about anyone else...
Just going to add my poetry in here from time to time. It's not everybody's cup of tea, of course. I won't get pissed if you squat over it and shit on it (verbally), both are merely outlets.
A Blue Death
(From my perspective as a 5 year old, retelling the event of my 2...
I once had a love.
A love that burned with such bright intensity
that it left us both blistered and blind
raw and irrationally over protective.
Love, seemingly solid, yet fragile, when heated unevenly
cracks and then violently shatters,
Shards embeded in the heart and mind
I was looking for the link to show this to someone, but I couldn't find it. So, I'm reposting the most personal thing that I've ever written.
This poem was originally intended to be a suicide note in January 2009, just over a year after the worst time in my life.
I was coasting along