Crumpled paper, stained with tears
Fresh ink on my fingertips
Anguished scream, the page is flung
Like my body now upon my bed
This is poetry in motion
Tear drenched eyes, quivering lip
Trembling heart and soul
I clench my fist, curse your name
I've completey lost control
This is poetry in motion
Crumpled sheet, stained with tears
Fresh blood on my fingertips
Desparate gasp, the deed is done
Lifeless body now upon my bed
Poetry no longer in motion
















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wasn't too keen on this line, but i do like this poem
"Crumpled paper, stained with tears
Fresh ink on my fingertips"...especially this bit
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Prose + Poetry = Prosetry. Aren't I just so clever.... :-þ
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Prose + Poetry = Prosetry. Aren't I just so clever.... :-þ
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View my art account and my photography accounts as well!
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"I hope to one day look back on my life and say 'I am proud of what I didn't do.'" Myself, August 01, 2007.
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