Daddy Bear Posted September 30, 2006 Share Posted September 30, 2006 it's happening again the downward-rushing trend bombarded by the mind's unceasing tricks an altar to myself but craving something else approximately ninety-eight point six i make a fist, and i jam it in the wall the plaster yields, yet it soothes me not at all evolution must have somehow spun out of control all that i can do is make a hole it imitates my soul my self-assurance sags enthusiasm flags the wolves of my denial at the door i have the things i need so emptiness is greed yet i yearn for something--something more how can it be so, that i lived without a care and never saw the tragedy behind my mirrored stare how did i convince myself that i was made of steel tell me how a dream could be so real and how could i not feel? so here the trial ends convicted and condemned though every face inside the court was mine i'll put it to you plain i was a boy insane and now i face the music for my crime for years of wasted time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ms. Babydoll Posted October 1, 2006 Share Posted October 1, 2006 very interesting poem, keep it up! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yeawutever Posted October 3, 2006 Share Posted October 3, 2006 That's so sweet!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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