Bitter Sweet
Bitter Sweet,
after the win that has been won way to early.
just so shame shows another's noble demise,
heaven transends masked as our modern trends,
Glorified and revered, a rested ear lay upon
these every words of insight.
Why shall such foolish loyalties plague us like a
zombies winter night.
Just for it all to be certain, in the end
it will be just that
the end......
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08-16-2009
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WinterFrost commented on Bitter Sweet
08-03-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Restless | 7 | 12/21/2009 |
| Cracked | 5 | 10/03/2009 |
| Bitter Sweet | 7 | 08/03/2009 |
| woe is you, woe is me | 3 | 07/16/2009 |
| Me? | 5 | 07/16/2009 |
| On Display | 4 | 06/25/2009 |
| Named Price | 6 | 02/21/2009 |
| 9 to 5 | 14 | 02/19/2009 |
| Cold | 5 | 02/18/2009 |
| Puppet | 5 | 02/18/2009 |
| Listen | 5 | 02/18/2009 |
| Ego | 7 | 02/18/2009 |
| I quote | 5 | 02/17/2009 |
| Cycled | 7 | 02/16/2009 |
| ~*~Comin Home ~*~ | 3 | 02/15/2009 |
| Our Norm | 2 | 02/09/2009 |
| Numb | 6 | 02/08/2009 |
| mixed | 2 | 02/06/2009 |
| Father | 4 | 02/06/2009 |
| Inked | 3 | 07/16/2009 |
| Hold me close | 7 | 02/06/2009 |
| Pictures | 5 | 02/04/2009 |
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