

The Eighth Of MarchWouldn’t it be good to go back? Feel how happiness enticed succession? What do I have to say for myself? I’m beautiful when I’m being me. A complication so strong it hurts to shed a tear. Second chances are inevitable, When devotion becomes a way of life. I remember. It’s difficult but your image remains scratched inside my mind. Am I a whore if I can’t feel? While I can’t love myself?The Eighth Of March
How can I accept my failure? Face myself each day with a tainted smile? Why do I purposely disappoint? If only to see you recognize my self. The infant bites its ow


Imitation RealismWhat is camaraderie? Pat you on the back when you throw the ball across the fence. Pass the cigarette to burn similar markings on each other. Bound by goals we’ve written with our blood, we are comatose. Mimicking unknowingly the flawed which we despise.Imitation Realism
What is affection? The highest percentage of imaginings is based on pure desire. Kiss the hand of the nemesis who roughly strikes your cheek. Fragile is the mind that rests dependant on devotion. Blinded by the smiles and trapped within synthetic games.
What is comprehension? Each one word can hold a manuscript of
Devious Comments
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it holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it..
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get down with jesus.
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conversation, just open your mouth. Pull on your
face, pull on your feet and let's hit opening time
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keep the good work up
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Darkness from the Inside
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I'm so bad.
It was no problem.
Keep up the good work, Babe.
yeah i didnt enjoy the use of 'fuck' either....but i guess i thought it alright considering them being lyrics...and rather harsh ones at all.
i hate using vulgar words in my writing...kinda seems to deminishs any kinda quality it could potentially have.
I'll comment here: I think the rhyming in that poem was some of the best, most natural things I've ever read. I didn't like the use of the word "fuck" but then it kind of fell into the lyrical scheme of things. Overall, it spoke to me, like the lot of your poetry does.
Once again, you're still the best I've ever read.
thank you!
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