Aug 2011
I know you,
as you climb upon my sore bones, through my skin, settling in. Here reality equals no hits, all miss. Now where is my mask? Why looking back at me? There is no taboo, in my poetry, I feel decapitated. Slightly intoxicated. Oh, my blood boils with make believe, yet praised honesty. My mind fornicates with my beloved petite machine. Functionality, skips a beat. As I sit, with my gloves, protecting my presence from obscenity. In my sorry state, as I try to impress with those so-called manners that a reckless ****** taught me. I own this disaster. Please, some courtesy laughter. It was about time that perfection became inadequacy. But tomorrow the sun will rise and set, regardlessly of this terrifying equality, achieved with sublime stupidity. Yes, it is true. A simple pleasure was my desire but I just happened to be in the room, and...
I know you,
so think and feel for me,
as I make my way
- Such a unique price to pay
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as you climb upon my sore bones, through my skin, settling in. Here reality equals no hits, all miss. Now where is my mask? Why looking back at me? There is no taboo, in my poetry, I feel decapitated. Slightly intoxicated. Oh, my blood boils with make believe, yet praised honesty. My mind fornicates with my beloved petite machine. Functionality, skips a beat. As I sit, with my gloves, protecting my presence from obscenity. In my sorry state, as I try to impress with those so-called manners that a reckless ****** taught me. I own this disaster. Please, some courtesy laughter. It was about time that perfection became inadequacy. But tomorrow the sun will rise and set, regardlessly of this terrifying equality, achieved with sublime stupidity. Yes, it is true. A simple pleasure was my desire but I just happened to be in the room, and...
I know you,
so think and feel for me,
as I make my way
- Such a unique price to pay
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