Broken
thunder, lightning, rain, hail.
pouring, beating, slashing, stale.
wet, cold, shivering, mess.
lost, alone, hopeless.
Broken
thunder, lightning, rain, hail.
pouring, beating, slashing, stale.
wet, cold, shivering, mess.
lost, alone, hopeless.
07-12-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Fight with the world | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
dayly doubts | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
equal ground | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
Dead and Gone | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
Recovery | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
Broken Rebel | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
Unfortunate Passtime | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
When these AREN"T my Lonely days | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
Broken | 2 | 06/06/2009 |
Simplicity | 2 | 06/02/2009 |
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