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ok so i was too late for it all.
i had a fall
can i get up?
i can.
i dont want to.
oh well.
it just wasnt meant to be.
so i have to move on up.
i have to see it personally but i know i have to move on.
but i just wont admit the truth when it is hitting me on the face.
how lame.
i feel lame
everybody is lame
i am lame. no im not im just late
oof.
that hurt
it really did.
i hope it will heal
nah i dont really mean it
oh well too bad so sad
i fell and i cant get up
and she wont help
she wont help at all
she is like a splinter
making any movement hurts worse
so ill just stay in the shape im in to see
see what?
i dont know
and i dont care
and i want to care
but the blew from the fall
it really hurt
- by mexicantacos2003 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/14/2008 |
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- Title: im not giving it away
- Artist: mexicantacos2003
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Description:
title: mixed expressions expressed in mixed up expressions
i dont like how people "describe" their writings about a poem because it forces you to look in that perspective. that is why my poems dont have descriptions. they were made to inspire, to provoke thinking, and to piss people off.
im not doing a good job of it.
(but since i do have a description for this then im contradictory)
i wrote this after i asked a very special friend to be mine.
she was already somebody elses. - Date: 10/14/2008
- Tags: random wierd different love
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Comments (4 Comments)
- mexicantacos2003 - 10/14/2008
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i looked it up.
yes but my poem is very amature-ish compared to his.
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- Celsaeus - 10/14/2008
- This style reminds mre of a poem by Kenneth Patchen called The Slums. I love this poem. look up mine. It's caled Saturday Mournings.
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- mexicantacos2003 - 10/14/2008
- thank you
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- bunnyluv3r-x3 - 10/14/2008
- nyaaa!!! its so good!!!
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