Reality Realized
Mama always said a hard head
makes a soft ass
Daddy said hard heads look for
soft ass
No strings attached;still felt like
Pinochio
My knight in shining armour
on your white horse you appeared
why now do I look down at hands
stained with tears
My
Misconception
Of
Perfection
If your thinking about you
and
I am thinking about you
Who is thinking about
me?
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Uncommon High | 0 | 11/04/2009 |
| What Do You Do | 1 | 07/24/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| Reality Realized | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| Ambitions Of A Hustler | 2 | 05/11/2009 |
| Everytime I Look | 1 | 05/11/2009 |
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