curtis - Hello Poetry

there were spaces to fill, and I filled them, for a time. with bits of this, and some of that. the usual things, I suppose. but the spaces began to grow, as such things often do and I found that all those things had suddenly turned to foes. the subtle war with one’s own self, is a difficult thing. stitches would cause more wounds, while the scars became badges. weaponized clichés waited their turns in the chamber. drunken meaningless wondrous *** of the kind the soul ravages. it becomes easier to ramble, to roundabout the details. feint and parry at the past, be metaphorically rich. and the spaces have filled me up, I think that I will float. don’t fight, if you can fly dying in a ditch.

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Feb 24, 2013

Feb 24, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC

curtis

spaces

there were spaces to fill, and I filled them, for a time. with bits of this, and some of that. the usual things, I suppose. but the spaces began to grow, as such things often do and I found that all those things had suddenly turned to foes. the subtle war with one’s own self, is a difficult thing. stitches would cause more wounds, while the scars became badges. weaponized clichés waited their turns in the chamber. drunken meaningless wondrous *** of the kind the soul ravages. it becomes easier to ramble, to roundabout the details. feint and parry at the past, be metaphorically rich. and the spaces have filled me up, I think that I will float. don’t fight, if you can fly dying in a ditch.

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anywhere u go its about what u do who u know what u have take a piece and one for the road take and take is all we do judged like a book every single day in one glance no second thoughts hardcover hollywood special editions and just for dummies rule those text book kings and things of the past replaced by sefl-help gurus with a thirst for power history books burn and dictionaries die bibles and korans wage war for deeds written in oil more precious than blood lawbooks lie with family trees while notebooks fill with pointless lives but my story is written with my sweat and tears filled with pages and pages of love and fears i dont need to be hardcovered reprinted bound up and edited forget the colors and the revamped image no motion pictures just a story on my shelf the last of them all the Paperback Boy.

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Sep 16, 2012

Sep 16, 2012 at 10:47 AM UTC

curtis

paperback boy

anywhere u go its about what u do who u know what u have take a piece and one for the road take and take is all we do judged like a book every single day in one glance no second thoughts hardcover hollywood special editions and just for dummies rule those text book kings and things of the past replaced by sefl-help gurus with a thirst for power history books burn and dictionaries die bibles and korans wage war for deeds written in oil more precious than blood lawbooks lie with family trees while notebooks fill with pointless lives but my story is written with my sweat and tears filled with pages and pages of love and fears i dont need to be hardcovered reprinted bound up and edited forget the colors and the revamped image no motion pictures just a story on my shelf the last of them all the Paperback Boy.

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look in the mirror at eyes blood shot a fight with life a war hard fought this roadmap of scars i've wandered and ran through all the storms i've endured i've managed to stand. i wake up weary of my constant striving on my knees in the mud barely surviving a battered soul a broken heart with the hope i hold i wont fall apart i dig a little deeper i stand a little taller the power of my past grows a little smaller.

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Sep 15, 2012

Sep 15, 2012 at 10:35 AM UTC

curtis

Leather Soul

look in the mirror at eyes blood shot a fight with life a war hard fought this roadmap of scars i've wandered and ran through all the storms i've endured i've managed to stand. i wake up weary of my constant striving on my knees in the mud barely surviving a battered soul a broken heart with the hope i hold i wont fall apart i dig a little deeper i stand a little taller the power of my past grows a little smaller.

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