Burning

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  • Dark Poetry
    • Tim
    • is sitting at work, lol,on chat and typing in new peoms...

    Burning
    To rather than Burn
    My only fate
    Poetry is
    My only escape

    Burning Flesh
    No longer lingers
    And no match burns
    Guilty fingers

    Pain inflicted
    Is now forgot
    But scars remind
    Of life’s rough spot

    Poetry knows not
    What or who
    It only knows
    The writing we do

    Take me away
    From deaths cold grip
    And let my rhymes
    Take that trip…

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    wtingforyou commented on Burning

    05-31-2009

    Damn good poem. If it's what I think it is talking about. My girlfriend does the same thing. I told her what I do and that is the same as you. It's better to write it on paper than doing something to yourself you might regret. First poem I ever wrote was my suicide poem. Memorries of a desperate soul. If you r ead it tell me what you think. Once again damn good poem.. I'm going to make sure my girlfriend reads it.
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    Tim

    07/13/2009

    Thank you very much, i really appriciate that, and i am glad that i can help in some way, and yes it is about what you think, and it does help to write..

    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.

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