Life
Like a blind man I struggle too see whats always been right in front of me
Waisted what could have been
I buried it all deep within
Alone I stand, just a man, brought here by my own hand
I'll let this be, live this lie, and laugh at it all until I die.
arronpalmer commented on Life
10-28-2010
11/03/2010
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 |
| Fearless in Death | 0 | 04/06/2012 |
| Sleepless Memories | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| Nightmare | 0 | 12/05/2010 |
| Death | 1 | 11/29/2010 |
| The End | 0 | 11/29/2010 |
| Desire | 0 | 11/03/2010 |
| Life | 1 | 10/28/2010 |
| Love You Always | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
| This Love | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
| My Hopes For You | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
| I Wish (desire) | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
| Always Love You (mothers day) | 0 | 10/11/2010 |
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