Lost
Someday I will fly away
I'll take my time to say good bye
You can tell me it will be ok
Another knot that you untie.
Smile and keep walking
I find myself lost
Smile and keep talking
My mind you have tossed.
I see you very smug,
What have you done to me
Sweep that shit under the rug
Soon one day you will see.
~Beautiful Pollution
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Lost | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| Feelings | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| Loathing | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| what you have done | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| Night Of Ecstasy | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| The Random | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| A God that is Yours | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| Lustful Betrayal | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| conflict of intrest | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| Natural High | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| Fate | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| Puppet Master | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| I am the guide of inspiration (I am the daughter of Zeus) a muse. | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| the one that got away | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| My favorite flawed perfection | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| rotten friend particles | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| Wizard Of Cause (Followers of the fabricated road) | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| The Quiet Scream | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
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