Inked
I speak with ink on my sheet of paper,
knowing I think better this way.
I don't worship or pray, because I have
become the one on display.
You cannot ever be better than me,
Inked on my page still doesn't show my rage.
Inked
soulwriter commented on Inked
11-23-2009
JadedJezzabel commented on Inked
07-29-2009
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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Cracked | 5 | 10/03/2009 |
Bitter Sweet | 7 | 08/03/2009 |
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Me? | 5 | 07/16/2009 |
On Display | 4 | 06/25/2009 |
Named Price | 6 | 02/21/2009 |
9 to 5 | 14 | 02/19/2009 |
Cold | 5 | 02/18/2009 |
Puppet | 5 | 02/18/2009 |
Listen | 5 | 02/18/2009 |
Ego | 7 | 02/18/2009 |
I quote | 5 | 02/17/2009 |
Cycled | 7 | 02/16/2009 |
~*~Comin Home ~*~ | 3 | 02/15/2009 |
Our Norm | 2 | 02/09/2009 |
Numb | 6 | 02/08/2009 |
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Father | 4 | 02/06/2009 |
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Pictures | 5 | 02/04/2009 |
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