The_Vacancy Posted June 10, 2006 Share Posted June 10, 2006 Foot-high pins and try-to-fly wings This pain that we quench Keeps me down upon my knees Feeling useless, feeling stupid Mister charisma has no good deeds (Pins and needles keep me down) Facing your face is facing a war And to see your eyes infecting mine Is to make me bleed deep inside It's to make up these stupid rhymes And slowly, oh so never-ending slowly I could share with you a gift, one gift The gift of pure pedigree insanity To replace a pocket full of vanity (Try-to-fly wings keep me on the ground) And this love-hate stereotype life Is venturing places I'd never found Worlds of drowning happiness And forever screaming silent sounds I admit, I'm delicate, almost deliberate So one wish, touch me, see me fall Slip through your silky fingers Like flowing oil, burning oil (I'm still happy, or at least I'll try) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
elveden Posted June 10, 2006 Share Posted June 10, 2006 Fantastic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neva_black_n_white Posted June 13, 2006 Share Posted June 13, 2006 Smiles. i can relate to it in such a scarily amount of ways.i really like your poem. it surprised me, i wasnt sure how you'd write (sounds like a silly comment)but your really visual. i like that quality.neva Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The_Vacancy Posted June 14, 2006 Author Share Posted June 14, 2006 Thanks Neva and Elveden. My style changes a little bit each poem I write. Depends on my mood. Appreciate the comments. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnotherBrokenDoll Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 Wow that was awesome! Really inspiring keep on posting on here please i want more!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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