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kil him

Contributed by b_lee on Thursday, 12th November 2009 @ 10:59:01 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



The truth is ...
I don’t know, why
I’m here. In this house
of cards, witch with one
touch, can destroy,
all that matters.

To me, I ware my robe,
for all to see. I do NOT hide
the stains of blood and vomit,
witch are specks of distant memories.
As I flip and flop on my side,
a voice calls my name.

Until now, no one has called me,
by THAT name, my name. Is it God?
NO! He was never here or there or
anywhere, it’s always shadows with him.
But I won that battle.

Now I sit and wait, for a light breeze.
So I can leave this house of broken,
memories. The sun still rises and, sets.
Some people, just slip on the truth.




Copyright © b_lee ... [ 2009-11-12 22:59:01]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: kil him (User Rating: 1 )
by Fuzzy on Friday, 13th November 2009 @ 02:47:14 AM AEST
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Think it is very good.
Take care


Re: kil him (User Rating: 1 )
by laststarontheleft on Friday, 13th November 2009 @ 08:21:17 AM AEST
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This is very dark and deep.
I look forward to seeing more from you.
Best wishes Last Star x x x


Re: kil him (User Rating: 1 )
by holy on Friday, 13th November 2009 @ 11:26:22 PM AEST
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Hi, how are you?
Thank you for your comment.
I am reading your this poem again and again, and sharing your sorrow and pain. Yes, The sun still rises and sets, some people just slip on the truth.
I wish you a good mood, good luck!




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