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Whisper to My Breath

Rainbows captured

in a capsuled puddle

of lifes lament

Poisen and pain

flowing indescriminantly

abusing stagnent waters

Putrified thoughts enamating

mirrored prison reflecting

concubine walking

 

Guttered trash banking

against a compromised

escape for lies wasted

 

For yesterday

I was

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • devils angel
    June 16, 2008
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    very realitised! i love it. gr8 piece of fine work


  • awannabepoet
    June 15, 2008

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    Finite truth

    How true is it that only within resides what is the absolute truth of this hell we call life. If it is to be a thing of beauty perhaps the meaning is lost to those that see it.

    I have gazed onto the Guttered trash and find no reason to rejoice as the mountain of remorse keeps rising higher and higher.

    I like it, I like it so!


  • individuality gold member
    June 15, 2008

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    poison and pain, they are constant in our lives i reckon, but we have the antidote - happiness and smiles to combat the dark shades.