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and
parked in my head
are the enunciations
pronunciations
of a million things
empty cradles
and spilled soups
fierce denials
fiercer declarations
of love
and it's no wonder
that when they press
against the backs of my eyeballs
that out will leak a tear or two
like oil,
to relieve the pressure
of my battered rig
or tormented
skyscraper citywindows lot.
- by DiscoDaemon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/28/2009 |
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- Title: regrets in b minor, sharp c
- Artist: DiscoDaemon
- Description: just a poem I wrote to get some feelings out of my system. It's what I like to call a free-write poem. Regardless of what you might think of it, I'd love to hear your thoughts, and have you take a look at it. Thanks.
- Date: 04/28/2009
- Tags: regrets minor sharp emotional poem
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- Minion Marionette - 08/17/2009
- I loved it. I usually don't like stuff like this. But something about this one...it touched me. It reminded me of my own poetry. 5/5
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