It\'s that split-second
that you see yourself
drowning
in the blackened windows
of a travelling bus
It\'s the time
pure hate
stained the thick
stale air
chocking
your tender lungs
with thick tar of
anger
It\'s the moment
you breath
feeling regret
injected
into your veins
intoxicating your heart
It\'s the pain
you felt after treading
on your soul
as it dragged on the floor
in denial
It\'s the time
you rubbed
my blood
away with the
thick petals of a
dying rose
trying to bring it to life
and calm my
raging
wound
















Comments
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[ H a L i N a ]
Seen one way then seen another by the same two eyes!
I love this poem!
Thank you for posting
Valar.
Prophet of Sunshine.
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They All Sleep. We Just Dream.
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The funniest thing I've read in a while:
chown -R us ./base
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We are the poeple our parents warned us about
Nothing pisses non-conformists off more than other non-conformists who refuse to conform to the rules of non-conformity.
When Life gets you down,
Stand up.
Look him in the eyes.
And knee the sucker in
pure hate
stained the thick
stale air
chocking
your tender lungs
with thick tar of
anger
That stanza made me think of war
but i could be wrong
I usually am.
Very nice.
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Samantha J. Ballard
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Without the darkness, there can be no light. Without the light, there can be no dark. Between, there casts the shadow. I am that shadow.
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