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Garden of Debris
Contributed by
bobotheclown
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Friday, 6th September 2002 @ 06:58:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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I'm in my garden of debris
Chemicals drip from my arms
My skin peels off
For a fleeting second
Thinking I've become a better man,
But I'm wrong
With a crushing realization
Further in my *****
That I partially created
The intensity is horrific
Crushing me, pushing me down
Further than before
Huddled in a corner
Bundled up in sweaters
Against the cold
Against the loneliness,
But its not enough
My bloodshot eyes tell the truth
But I swear, everything is my creation
Sullenly realizing I can dig myself out
But I'm happy down here
Comfortable in my depression
My head is caving in
Under the tremendous weight
My skin is burning off
But not purifying, worsening
I'm in my garden of debris
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bobotheclown
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2002-09-06 06:58:15]
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Re: Garden of Debris
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by wyrd_faerie on
Tuesday, 7th January 2003 @ 01:37:31 PM AEST
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| now. i firmly believe no poem should have no comments, especially this one, so i decided to drop you one. this is really good! i love it. |
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Re: Garden of Debris
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by yellow_sundragon on
Wednesday, 23rd July 2003 @ 01:01:46 PM AEST
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I really like this. It's good, and a garden of debris is a good metaphor for the s**t that happens in life. Good write!
*J* |
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