Storm
The waves are so rough
I feel like I'm drowning
In quick sand
With no limb to hold on to
The wind steels my breath
Where is my help?
They have ghost me
I'm lost
Dear GOD help me!!!!
Storm
The waves are so rough
I feel like I'm drowning
In quick sand
With no limb to hold on to
The wind steels my breath
Where is my help?
They have ghost me
I'm lost
Dear GOD help me!!!!
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Storm | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
I Want | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
Just Love Me | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
Dickmatized | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
All In My Business | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
Transition | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
No Way You Black | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
What About Me? | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
FUCK OFF!!!! | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
I'm Done | 1 | 08/03/2009 |
Beautiful You Are | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
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