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trying to block my memories
hopeing it was an evil fantasy
ignoring all the pain it brought me
wishing i could forget it all
why has fate cursed me with my past
a life that is hard and so cruel
maybe one day the world would know
all these dark secrets i hold
life has never worked out pleasently
in my future i see a rougher road
my skys are very dark and grey
and only strains of light shine through
hopefully one day my life will be a new
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 |
| My feelings for/of you | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
| my crossroads | 1 | 09/10/2009 |
| in public | 1 | 09/10/2009 |
| ASCENDING | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| dark secrets | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| My hurting heart | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| to you from me | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| My Heart | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| Beautiful Sad | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Empty | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| in my mind | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| kiss, hug, and goodbye | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| Help!! | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| An Ending | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| Long time | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
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