Tuesday 17 May 2011

ain't poetry..

Anger wells..
mirrors it,
dark reflections..
Not with my nose,
I smell conspiracy..
When falling in love,
fear not my limbs..
Thou shalt not bruise..
Heartbroken,
no pieces i pick..
Fighting my feelings,
pray, not with fists..
Terribly..thirsting..
'course it's not water i seek..
Seeing hunger on all faces,
seeing, yet not with sight..
Our desires..our Masters..
Slaves are to them..
Though chained,
not in chains..
In a state,but..
It's nowhere in the world..
My train of thought leaving,
though it leaves..
No steam it leaves..
I AM THOUGHTS, JUMBLED!

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