isnt it true
yea its true i like to join conversations with an exploding sensation that builds within my blood like pyrimids and project buildings in the mix of my hustle i wrestle with my love for humor and lust of life who has it in them to commit the murder and live your life behind mental anguish and frustration of the soul which is only fueled by the very thing in this world that keeps u alive in this world so as i politic wit my crew i ask them isnt it trueIf I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
isreality’s Poems (3)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| isnt it true | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| wrong way | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| unscripted | 0 | 02/18/2009 |
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