OLD DAYS
As I start to eminence on this hot day,
I remember how we used to sweat,
Now I miss when you were the one I used to undress,
Now I don’t take my time like I did my first time,
I don’t close my eyes because I have no feelings inside,
All u see is a grown man cry when he knows you’re not mine,
He goes back to an empty life full of lies,
He knows he had a beautiful life,
Alone he should continue his life until he dies.
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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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Holy name | 0 | 07/04/2013 |
| Lust | 0 | 07/04/2013 |
| 35er | 0 | 07/04/2013 |
| HOT DAY | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| UR NAME | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| soon | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| ONLY ME | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| LIFE | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| LEARN | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| FAR AWAY | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
| QUESTION | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| STANDING | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| SUN | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| DROWNING | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| I | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| DEMONS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| LOST N FOUND | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| GREEN | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| FRIEND | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| AROUND | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| ANGEL | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| THE ROSE RING | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| BIG DADDY | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| NAME | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| ALL YOU | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| TO ME | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| GOLD | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| OLD DAYS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| LEARN | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| WISH | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| LOST | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| DREAMS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| A+J | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| WOMAN OF MY DREAM | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| TO GOD MY LIGHT | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| KISS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| TIME | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
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