Time & Thought or the created

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By micah

Time constraint Don't be early, don't be too late. A mixture of nothing, we are annexed by our emotion. Now who's in control? I want to drive, no I'd rather take the back. Yeah I'll take the back so I can sleep Sleeping on the bumpy road. Time constraint no longer a complaint. visions instead, they run through all the dead I've known. Probably still alive somewhere- just not in my head -just no longer in here. I am the back seat driver living in my own head, not living at all less alive than dead.

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October 29, 2006 16:03*~Kaylee Trissa~*

it was ok i guess. why not check out my poems? i need some feedback!

March 8, 2007 03:13Shattered Mirror

cool poem! but i really hope ure not in control of ure life.

May 7, 2007 02:27Shattered Mirror

o sry i meant to say i hope ure in control that kaylee or w/e is wack

May 15, 2007 23:27Angel of Music

nice job I liked it!