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ive got the words
locked away
and ive forgotten the combination
im trapped
inside myself
and mostly
i fear
what ive always known
has not ever been here
my hearts never been quite full
that little pocket of funk
just pokes away at me
and my visions
of myself
seems to fade away
with the short day
jellyfaced women
and i cant get her outta my mind
its not mine to think of her
im just a parasite
ive lived up to my name
im no longer simply insane
im whatever she claims
witch
how i wish i could write poetry
but whenever i do
i feel so ashamed
of my own unskill
theres no life like death |
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Posted by benventure on 2008-04-30 04:12:09 | Rating: | Views: 99
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There is no skill to writing poetry. Open your heart and let drops of blood flow. The letters they form? There's your poetry.
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Posted by scotslad60
on 2008-05-01 12:00:29
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I like your stuff Ben, makes me wonder...what the hell he's on !!! just kidding I love trying to see how many things I could possibly get out of them..
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Posted by Wayne
on 2008-05-05 08:39:37
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