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Untitled
Contributed by
jasonspeaks
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Wednesday, 18th November 2009 @ 09:20:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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inhaling slow death
i find rare relief when i breathe from my chest
i tell myself i'll put out the light
when i find someone that canf ight on my beside
but until then i write about such a being
such words to describe one
metaphors translate to pigments as they enter your ears
line meets line and turn sentences to ashes
stanzas turn paragraphs to verbs that end up crashing
poetry is the direction of the pathless
the sound is the voice of the speaker
images float because of its depictor
a rapture
similes suddenly become characters
that run from descriptions
to one state of being
for me to share is a blessing
even the heavens gods couldnt hear me now
to car, to listen, has a chance of seeing
please, keep holding on
through the rain and the hell
there is much more to me through scribbling to tell
ears open and mouth open
i expect a response
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Re: Untitled
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by JasonSpeaks on
Wednesday, 18th November 2009 @ 09:25:29 PM AEST
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sorry i have a couple typos on there .
" canf ight on my beside "
can fight
" to car, to listen, has a chance of seeing "
to care
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