*unnamed*
Empty minded,Close eyes blinded,
Im waistin my time
In a cell..
But wat can I do?
Nothin, till those exit doors im threw,
And believe me ima change,
And ima start from scratch,
Lose the fake homies
And only leave a few in my batch.
*unnamed*
Empty minded,Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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*unnamed* | 0 | 11/12/2009 |
I DONT give a f*ck!! | 0 | 11/12/2009 |
unnamed...jus felt like.expressi n(maybe 3dayz old) |
0 | 11/12/2009 |
short poems from my phone | 0 | 09/02/2009 |
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