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Nothing up the sleeve.

Thrown to the trash, cut with a dash,
dumped in the sea without making a splash,
focus and flash, the secret bash,
fleeing the unfriendly monster mash.

Spread to the bred, no crib for a bed,
easily broke and uneasily led,
hung by a thread, starving the head,
toxic the thoughts and the words that were said.

Tied to the wheel, attempting to deal,
dropping the cards as you fumble and feel.

Nothing is real, fake is the seal,
while able to contribute...you steal.

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  • chasing rainbows
    April 18, 2008

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    I'm not sure how this makes me feel, but it's a damn good piece.

    'easily broke and uneasily led...'

    This is REALLY well written and I love it.

    [stay sick']
    xx Sin


  • Justusdreams
    March 6, 2008

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    The one message I needed to hear for today. This poem found me. It well describes how I was feeling. Also the quote for today was "I'd rather be hated for what I am than loved for what I am not" Kurt Cobain. Thought they matched well.

    You know it hard to make sense when rhyming but every line is just so close to home. It's as though you've been abducted and transformed into a prophetic storyteller. Just kidding, or am I?


    • Sean Logue
      April 29, 2008
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      I would'nt mind being abducted...that's not to say I'm a
      science fiction geek.

      Thanks for your eye's.


  • ravensgift
    February 22, 2008
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    As usual you get the wheels in my head turning with your words.

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