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Here's another note to self,
so soon forgotten on the shelf,
to keep in company with my thoughts,
of blackened lungs and bloody spots,
of times that fell away to rust,
that blew away like so much dust.
Here's an anthem for the dawn,
an inbred child of devil spawn.
And in the room left long ago,
the photographs of fallen snow.
Place to die in fetal grace,
cast aside like so much waste.
There before, and there again,
we've come full circle back to sin.
So when our saints come marching back,
we'll sell our souls for poisoned smack.
And here it ends or yet renews,
I've lost my heart, but found the Blues.
- by -Veletzi Dun- |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/20/2008 |
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- Title: Finding The Blues
- Artist: -Veletzi Dun-
- Description: Some of my newer writing...
- Date: 10/20/2008
- Tags: finding blues poem
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Comments (3 Comments)
- PaperSongs - 12/20/2008
- Four lines that were good. Other than that, we dissapprove. Some of your lines (intentionally or not) are copied from other famous poems. You need to acknowledge this in your description section.
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- Chaos Evans - 12/19/2008
- That was deep and the flow felt so fluid and natural. Could you help me with my poetry?
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- YesImThatRandomGirl - 10/20/2008
- This is awesome!
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