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Icey Walls
Contributed by
The_Unknown
on
Sunday, 8th October 2006 @ 02:28:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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I can feel the anger
poor into my every beat
when did you all become
such a big part of my life?
all your lies
designed to bring me down
wrong again
don't depend
on any reaction again
I remember when
these icey walls
first shot up
you all bleed me dry
and I don't know why
I pretend
you don't have anything
better to do
every time I walk on by
I'm lost behind your pittys
wait again
not done with the screaming
I pretend
you guys have nothing
better to do
I wait for that door
to swing again
to walk on through
never to meet your eyes again
silently alone
I remember those icy walls
shooting up
like you never cared before
maybe I'll stop to watch your act
then I'll be on my way
if I play my life
for the rest of the game
will you repay me
with your shame?
I'm lost behind your pittys
wait again
not through with the screaming
I'd trade my life
for a barrel of gold
I'm ashamed
of every moment that I remember
of every time
of every day
somehow I always
remember the words
that used to be
Copyright ©
The_Unknown
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2006-10-08 02:28:12]
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Re: Icey Walls
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by emystar on
Sunday, 8th October 2006 @ 02:37:42 AM AEST
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Very deep, strong write.
Hope all is well.
luvs ya,
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Re: Icey Walls
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by JoeyTrib1550 on
Sunday, 8th October 2006 @ 03:48:14 AM AEST
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You're shooting out poems like a mashine gun aren't you?
Totaly glad to see that the quality of them don't suffer the tyniest bit!
Great work
with much love and regret, for they can't be seperated,
Marc |
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