"preson" poems
You where the varry essence of me
when I knew myself
not the bleach blond waxed painted
shadow of the preson I was
But the deep, dark, hungry, youth
full of expression art & tears
But you went away taken me with you
leaving me shallow with nothing to feel
nothing but make believe, unlike you
you are truth, beautie, soulful passion
That is you
PASSION
that ran thrugh my vains
peniteeding me with realizem
feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling,feeling......
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 1:48 PM UTC
You where the varry essence of me
when I knew myself
not the bleach blond waxed painted
shadow of the preson I was
But the deep, dark, hungry, youth
full of expression art & tears
But you went away taken me with you
leaving me shallow with nothing to feel
nothing but make believe, unlike you
you are truth, beautie, soulful passion
That is you
PASSION
that ran thrugh my vains
peniteeding me with realizem
feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling,feeling......
Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
Whenj he shaikd I wasd not normilo I sad .
Feel insid I nit cirroct, thes maks me seddingtew
The bigg men ssai no tome, I lik deck en mi battem’
Wen je sai I soo sed I cri evy dai of aprel.
Wun dai I weas sed I mad mislef dei of rabbes
Wen I med dog hee *** do sed wot I dei
Hee tel me to no bee dei anymooor
Bow I em fin adn a shappy preson.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC