imprinted
I am the anti-Mule
a blank imprinting canvas
I'll wear the marks that you
leave me until death parts us
ingrained within my mind
engraved upon my essence
they're fastening my ties
and tearing me to pieces
imprinted
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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album | 0 | 04/26/2012 |
turquoise | 1 | 03/27/2012 |
delusion | 0 | 02/26/2012 |
cold | 1 | 02/18/2012 |
wife | 0 | 02/03/2012 |
imprinted | 0 | 09/29/2011 |
sepia | 2 | 08/09/2011 |
emerge | 1 | 08/09/2011 |
gravity | 0 | 11/18/2010 |
Two haikus | 0 | 11/15/2010 |
Strips | 7 | 07/27/2009 |
The lone wheat | 3 | 07/09/2009 |
Life that never was | 3 | 07/02/2009 |
Tide | 4 | 05/15/2009 |
I awake | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Lúthien | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Gone with the whales | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
Picture | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
Perfect looks | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
You, here | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
Scarred | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Fade | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
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