Stretch

Stinkfoot
Stinkfoot Posts: 546
edited March 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Falling. Down onto a rope.
Where are you gonna go?
Do you run away?

Taken. Down to see the stream.
No-One hears your screams.
Only in their dreams.

Wasted. On a silver plate.
Kick the pearly gates.
Force them all to wait.
Before it's too late.

Why'd I want to be afraid!
I see you every day.
I see you every day.

Impressive anyway.
"I get into a state of consciousness that I can't explain. It is about feeling and not thinking. I get positive chills and insight into things that I can't get to any other way. It is Healing of the Soul." - Mike McCready
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  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    reminds.....me of Nick Cave......don wanna remember him right now......soft sexy sweet murder.......(our song was Into my Arms).......reminds me of......Nick Cave.....
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • Stinkfoot
    Stinkfoot Posts: 546
    ISN wrote:
    reminds.....me of Nick Cave......don wanna remember him right now......soft sexy sweet murder.......(our song was Into my Arms).......reminds me of......Nick Cave.....

    I like your posts :) Always interesting....sorry if I brought back bad Nick Cave memories!...
    "I get into a state of consciousness that I can't explain. It is about feeling and not thinking. I get positive chills and insight into things that I can't get to any other way. It is Healing of the Soul." - Mike McCready

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