TWO SIDES
Bury me,
Trash me
Look down upon me
Love me
Hate me
Never explain a word to me
Handcuff me
Untie me
Fight over custody
Use me
Discard me
Lay down beside me
Can you see the real me?
See anything?
Does it mean anything?
Cut me
Slash me
Cut the heart out of me
Uplift me
Waste me
Wipe up the floor with me
Burn me
Please me
Find a way to keep me
Spit on me
Clean me
Make you rely on me
Can you see the real me?
See anything?
Keep looking
Keep looking
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 |
| Movement/Stan ding Still |
0 | 08/10/2011 |
| Margins | 0 | 10/12/2010 |
| ALONE | 1 | 10/11/2010 |
| Cold World | 1 | 10/11/2010 |
| Mona Lisa | 1 | 10/11/2010 |
| TWO SIDES | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
| REAL | 0 | 05/16/2010 |
| THE MUSE | 0 | 04/13/2010 |
| Living In a Liquid Word | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| Still Life | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| The Sensation of Speed | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| OLD MEN CAN TIME TRAVEL | 0 | 08/06/2009 |
| A Coiled Knot | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
| ARC OF THE ARROW | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
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