My pen is like a candle
Always waiting to ignite
Inspired by fighting to love
And by simply loving to fight.
It produces profane compositions
It's a verbal "finger" in the air
Teeming with sarcastic euphemisms
While claiming never to care.
Now, my notebook is like a canvas
A naked ****** if you will
Seeking blemish, seeking substance
Openly desiring a thrill.
My ink bleeds across paper
Creating spark and catching flame
It is words like these, at the end of time
That will carry on my name.
(April 26, 2008)
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 10:26 PM UTC
My pen is like a candle
Always waiting to ignite
Inspired by fighting to love
And by simply loving to fight.
It produces profane compositions
It's a verbal "finger" in the air
Teeming with sarcastic euphemisms
While claiming never to care.
Now, my notebook is like a canvas
A naked ****** if you will
Seeking blemish, seeking substance
Openly desiring a thrill.
My ink bleeds across paper
Creating spark and catching flame
It is words like these, at the end of time
That will carry on my name.
(April 26, 2008)
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