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twelve past six in the am
Contributed by
classicfailedhero
on
Tuesday, 26th April 2005 @ 03:28:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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who is this secluded agony
walled up, passed out, too tied down.
trickling, its tongue mimes a day.
question & response, turn away from it
away from the corner, belongs to it
take away its humanity
we can see my faults now
lonesome attachment, my daily dosage.
no chemicals, just actors
suspended in a state of waning fulfilment
i look to the heavens, the heavens look back
one ****ing realised wish,
one chance meeting, so surreal.
A selfish wish in one single alone mind,
nothing would be missed.
A ruptured mind frequents
i can feel the etches, string held
i feel lurid sperm in my mind,
after an anthology of cold rapes.
i'm so sick of mediocrity
girls bombarded on the face with life.
The finale..................... c'mon it helps
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Re: twelve past six in the am
(User Rating: 1 ) by spazz911 on
Tuesday, 26th April 2005 @ 08:38:37 AM AEST (User
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i like ur poem, a bit cofusing but the language got is over really well.... |
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Re: twelve past six in the am
(User Rating: 1 ) by In_a_while on
Tuesday, 26th April 2005 @ 02:46:22 PM AEST (User
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Very unique and a shot against "mediocity". I especially like it because of its drive for pure originality. The mark of a true artist...Keep up the awesome work. |
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