In Pain.
With every ragged breath,
A new vertebrae is ruptured.
Everything that held strength,
Is losing its structure.
My insides acidic and rancid,
My throat burning,
Making me lucid.
Others discerning.
–The feeling of PAIN.
In Pain.
With every ragged breath,
A new vertebrae is ruptured.
Everything that held strength,
Is losing its structure.
My insides acidic and rancid,
My throat burning,
Making me lucid.
Others discerning.
–The feeling of PAIN.
12-23-2009
12/27/2009
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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Like. | 1 | 01/08/2010 |
To Eat or Not To Eat... | 1 | 12/28/2009 |
You Can't Pretend. | 0 | 12/28/2009 |
Lovely Math. | 0 | 12/28/2009 |
Beyond. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
Your Princess. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
If... | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
He Doesn't Compare. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
Every. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
How or Why. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
Lies Devour Love. | 1 | 12/27/2009 |
The Hand of the Future. | 0 | 12/27/2009 |
We. Us. Our. | 1 | 12/27/2009 |
Broken And Twisted. | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
Debatable Day. | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
Now I Need You. | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
My Shadow. | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
To Have You. | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
Us. | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
That Is That. | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
The Life Inside of Me. | 2 | 06/10/2009 |
What's Left Of Me... | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
Tears. | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
Yet Another Fight... | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
Who Will Say Grace? | 2 | 06/10/2009 |
In Pain. | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
Let Me Speak. | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
Black Tears. | 2 | 06/10/2009 |
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