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Nothing

PearlPearl Posts: 21
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide.
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide.
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies.
Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide.

I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the lonely me at all.

Take the plan, spin it sideways.
I...
Fall.
Without you, I'm Nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing at all.
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  • VedderGirl27VedderGirl27 Posts: 69
    Damn! You're really good!
    There was a whole inside his soul a manicure couldn't fill. So he found himself a whore to love while daisies choked in the windowsill. *JK*
  • PearlPearl Posts: 21
    Thank you, thank you. I got so much more of this crap. I have never shown my poetry in public before, that is why your comments mean a lot to me.
  • PearlPearl Posts: 21
    whats the time in the States now?
  • VedderGirl27VedderGirl27 Posts: 69
    Originally posted by Pearl
    Thank you, thank you. I got so much more of this crap. I have never shown my poetry in public before, that is why your comments mean a lot to me.
    Your welcome! I can really relate to what you write about. I've only written a few poems myself, I'm not all that skilled, but I've always really admired people that write well.
    When you aked about the time yesterday, it was around 4:30 pm. What time was it there?
    There was a whole inside his soul a manicure couldn't fill. So he found himself a whore to love while daisies choked in the windowsill. *JK*
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