body limps on crutches, old ladders of belief and pride
melting, dripping through the age of old wood
pool reflective of it in whole
the screams of fears, the call for hope
the remains are splashed against concrete
no belief, no support
done with reason to beautify
done with reason to communicate
never looked at
never pondered on
here to love to hate you
here to stay to leave you
justify for you
steal breath beneath you
steal words within you
Internal monologue
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Humanity
Wild creatures are released upon the streets
Their sneers, growls and wet lips smack
All gone mad and all attack
Their sneers, growls and wet lips smack
All gone mad and all attack
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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