own to I
Pulled to hard
to find an ending
Made everything run loose
as a crazy hell to set alight
Every day passing in moments
no longer in time
Feel good high flow
sink deep blue ground hit
No rest to the immortals
as they should have died
inside my head
Now still alive and kicking
breathing monsters
in every sky I seek
Rest in pain
kept from sleep by noise and silence
confiscated in my minds
as many of them pass
and leave their print
for markings of terror and frustrations
Reacties op dit gedicht
| brinkieloontje: | Woensdag, augustus 27, 2003 20:52 |
| heyhey, wat ik begrijp ( ik kan nie zo goed engels) vind ik heel mooi geschreven door je!! eg waar.. ga voroal door met sgrijven, heel veel sterkte en ik hou van je! soetje | |
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| Auteur: diepdenker | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 27 augustus 2003 | ||
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