Speaks. I
Say puzzles.
They spun.
Around, you wondered.
Dreams. I
Maze muddles.
Your rum.
Drank, you humbled.
Claims. I
Put stations.
Swore stunned.
Explained, you listened.
Pasts. I
Longed carrions.
Cried shunned.
Understood, you feigned.
Turns. I
Spin legends.
Cried woes
Petty and belittled.
Replaceable. I
Bored broken.
Frenzied lows.
entertainment and boredom
Brings I, the cog.
Truth of Pain
When I pen
this shard of reflection,
that is in my heart wedged.
It will filter
but all perfection;
That is a promised pledged.
But naught who care
see heart's affliction,
in their ignorance insult.
To arms they'll call
my vile conviction
to save your kindness worshiping cult.
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COMMENTS
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JinxHeartSmile
02:59 May 03 2014
You are a great poet. I particularly like this one. :)