Give me your eyes
"I Stepped out on a busy street I
See a man and our eyes meet
Does he best to smile at me or
To hide what’s underneath
There's a man just to my right
Black suit and a bright red tie
Too ashamed to tell his wife
He's out of work
He's buying time
All those people going somewhere
Why have I never cared?"
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 |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| cheater of the heart | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| acknowledging what it is | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
| the ocean | 1 | 06/15/2009 |
| treasured box | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| mamma | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| my marathon | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| The Mirror | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| INNOCENTS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| the path | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| THE ANGEL IN MY DREAMS | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| My Sister | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| stop killing me | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| The Rose and the ghost | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| Tell Me Why ? | -10 | 06/28/2009 |
| Give me your eyes | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| Son | 1 | 06/14/2009 |
| freedom | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| Thunder and lighting | -3 | 05/19/2009 |
| MOUNTAINS OF HOPE | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
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