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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Disruption
2003-12-11 - 7:05 p.m.
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Trashes and thrashes, crashes and burns

Twists and turns, agitates and churns

Faded and jaded, traded and graded

Gave it and saved it, raided and made it...

Breakdown and hand me down, push me to the ground

Do it, lose it, choose to take me down

Edges and ledges, hedges and dodges

Home and hearth, break and dislodge it.

Anything and everything, this and that

Alright, ok, just fine like that

Take it and break it, throw it to the wolves

Burns and sears, blackens and boils...

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave