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Post by prodigypaulk on Jul 19, 2007 21:30:27 GMT -5
The blind stares of incapable visionary revolution, Was the problem, behind scarce solution. The problem under the surface was kept uncovered, For the eyes to easily visualize, yet wonder. I fall into false slumber, dreaming fantasy, While the veracity of reality ran from me. Laughed I dare not in the face of adversity, Cautiously pampering for dreadful vision. Bleeding from the inside, the outside appeared untouched, Yet the wrath from the aftermath scared my soul so much. I attempt to give my fate a gentle touch, a gentle brush, A gentle rush, a gentle love, begging for answer. Seemingly the surprise was to be kept a mystery, At least from me, it vanished before me without reasoning. I begged for its return down on my knees where my hands burn, Where my mind learns, where my pain firms, and my thoughts yearn. Caught up in the misdemeanor, visioning felony, Is it my own incompetence or something it’s not telling me? For it yells at me silently, the future lurks around me like a bad habit, Forwarding nothing but guess, for me to decipher under my own stress. Leaving me to renounce the possibility of premonition, The likelihood of my position, absconds me in circles. Merely to wander for visionary revolution, I guess the ambiguity of my future is the true solution.
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Post by emceethunder on Jul 23, 2007 21:48:24 GMT -5
"the ambiguity of my future is the true solution"
Wow...
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Post by demonking on Aug 9, 2007 16:51:49 GMT -5
Dude, That was great, how long you been doing this?
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Post by The MaNN on Aug 9, 2007 20:01:06 GMT -5
Dude, That was great, how long you been doing this? Thats my boy. I'm sure he been writing poetry forever.
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Post by prodigypaulk on Aug 14, 2007 15:22:40 GMT -5
I've been writing for a very long time, but I didn't get real serious until I was about 14 or 15, so I've been writing poetry for maybe 4 or 5 years.
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