How much of it can you take?


Pressure

Smooth burning
Etching into my brain once again
Creamy pain, my mind remain
But oh so, so fragile

Loose concerning
Flurry of feeling I doubted would live
Pivital acts of pity vital for the survival
of wiving lies which lie awake
Die awake, wake to smoke under a cloak
Token of my esteem

Backward turning
So fast it never happened
A drop in the forest floors to the door
Asking for more but retreat
at the sounding of feet
the meek shall inherit the what?

None maturing
Too many lives lost in the frost
of my nightmares, I tossed so far
and at what cost? Not a damn clue,
so if I were you, I wouldnt through
the thought I thought wrot so much but
forgot in my plot of distraught.

Smooth burning.
Couldnt help it.
I knew you were in the bush, waiting to push
what I had left into the neglect bereft so I detect
perfect residence, loving decadence, proving innocence
is something you lose in the dark, so mark these words





Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-11-10 at 09:48

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