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I'm rambling and tormenting words,
Unable to express myself,
Release is so allusive,
I can't find enough time,
I'm scribbling on scraps of paper,
To duck from the cravings,
Repeatedly rephrasing,
Tears are my crime,

Nothing magnetises,
Quality bubbles away,
I don't know how to speak,
No, not anymore,
The moon is inside out,
Please anaesthetise this shell,
Veiling my expression,
This leftover is unsure.
Posted: 2006-07-10 07:17:50 UTC
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2006-04-18 14:20:03Natalie
Well put! Dont you just hate it when that happenes? When you have soo much going on, you really want to write it down, but nothing you write is good enough to explain what you feel. It's probably becuase your standards are too high or things are so real that when compared to with a poem, life is more like an amazing artwork with lots of expression and symbolism and crap like that.... Pft, or its just that you suck. Jks, i love this poem and all your others. Never stop writing.