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i am not the fly

Contributed by lostrelic on Thursday, 16th October 2008 @ 01:38:44 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

So we stand at the edge shattered wearing broken wings
our feathers left behind torn off from inner reflections
guilt our rock with years of pursuit and punishment
we pile the stones to create a empty space inside
oh how high we can build with the blood of others

Waiting for the push and shove of life’s slow regrets
biting all who try to shove out there views
seeing spite in words and regret in voice
demeanor reflecting the hidden agenda within

Screaming at echo’s listening for any voice of reason
washing windows to focus on tomorrow
sure footed in a tipsy world
looking for reasons in pools of feathers and blood
spirits dead floating like jetsam in a rush
this dawn of inner thought and plastic dreams

I will run and make the first jump head first eyes closed
no more speaking to vibrations as they only say the same as I
i will be the pusher and the pushed I will only hate myself
for tomorrow is my day and I will make it my own

I sat and danced with death I mingled with sin and laughed with fear
i drank with the creatures that hang out in my grave
all with empty tooth grins that clutter this closet of my soul
they wish me well while spiders weave dreams for me
i have to remember I am not the fly

Copyright Â© lostrelic ... [ 2008-10-16 01:38:44]
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Re: i am not the fly (User Rating: 1 )
by karoody on Thursday, 16th October 2008 @ 09:04:17 AM AEST
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i very much enjoyed reading this. i definitely look forward to reading more from you. this write has got me thinking deep down in my soul. does that make sense to you? either way, know that you have definitely moved me...
thank you
kara

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