inking fast as bleeding

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By lost the lonely dead •

splitting threads breaking heads crashing glass inking fast desperate, desperate stupidity foolhardiness the stuff of fairies people preach of their love yet im not so in love with their words are we all meant to be the whores of someone’s twisted sense of life give up the purity of humility never ever admitting fault a kiss betrayed my king plotting further demise to innoculate a virus of hatred the blood stained hands reach out but ghosts don’t eat much and never give to the spell of sleep i miss winters chill the price of trying to pretend pain is real the saddness found in finding its not so very...confused........

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September 19, 2006 02:06Loneliness is condescending

i like it ...then i dont ... then i read it again and i like walk away and dont like it...so you get a half of a thumb

September 24, 2006 07:59lost the lonely dead

its cause you are sooo very confused as well as i am....no i dont know really...

October 16, 2006 19:55Faith

It confuses and rushes onwards... that was probably the intent. Well done!

October 18, 2006 04:17lost the lonely dead

*laughs* thanks

October 28, 2006 11:57 Kirsty (living in the light)

u left a comment on my poem....... with God....saying u wish u had the freedom just to get away from it all once in a while....... well u do..... even in the very busiest of tiems, the hardest storms of life. God still is waiting there. you just have to run to him. that lonely place is a place in ur heart. I've had to learn that its not easy but its possible

October 29, 2006 07:01lost the lonely dead

thanks