examine

edited November 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
my hands are shaking
in this candlelight of me__
fearful of quakes, those that have
not yet shaken.

my heart is dying___
i'm sharing no love

it seems everywhere i turn...
everyway i stand...
i'm alone in this world__..
except the angels

they keep me... they know me...
they accept me... they correct me...
connect me...

a phase of light reflects
partial from the whole collection
and viewed in its own.
+he ha++ed monkey
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  • keven 33keven 33 Posts: 259
    A
    convicted
  • very awesome poem yet troublesome

    art can be a bit much of a struggle but in life

    when you born a lefty you born a lefty

    i should go read that again to see if you a lefty


    thats a half a righty though

    didnt notice at first



    "you go be good" loveandrew-wood
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