Cracked
Bottomless bowl slowly leaking it's self control.
The cracks sneaking up like a creeper drug.
Once a solid piece, weakens with every social blow
and there is no where else to go.
Can we not ever be healed?,
or are we just all meant to break?...
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soulwriter commented on Cracked
11-23-2009
11-01-2009
10-18-2009
10/18/2009
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| 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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