Deep-Down, She's Quivering, Waiting For A Soul To Lay In, by Tim Pozzi
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her face like glass
spilled to the ground
wine that stains
taste that contains
poison,
purging oceans
inner turmoil
that settles on stagnance
precious lies,
from her eyes
that break like...
cold water on the rocks
as we wait in watch
of these faceless clocks |
| Posted: 2007-03-26 16:21:19 UTC |
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| 2008-05-18 20:32:47 | Nora Eason |
| well!1 is all can say. |
| 2008-07-06 02:55:37 | Katelyn7 |
| wow! great describtions!=] |
| 2010-03-23 21:37:32 | angelbaby94 |
| ohhh i don't do i.....well don't take it the wrong way but you got some judging issues if u think like that....first of all i waz jk bc thts my sister so u don't know who i am to be telling me i don't know metaphor or meanging bc i know alot more then u....sorry but yahh.....plz whoever u are just don't be so nasty okk!!!!!! nothin against u.....just sayin....but ur poems r okk i guess!!!!! |
| 2010-03-24 18:20:32 | StarStarlit |
| A**hole-thnz for dissing my bff/sis AND my poem which i was jk (just kidding, just in case u r so stupid not to kno what that stood for) and thnx for commenting my poem on insanity...God! :-/ i was just joking, but u cant take a joke and laugh-oh watever-u actually remind me of someone, but then he fell to the floor and threw up bc someone found out that he was gay...ttylz...and nice poem btw...ttylz and stop writing bad-if u dont like it, keep ur mother effin mouth shut-thank u and that is all-SMILE x) |