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Jan 11, 2007
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Childhood Zen
So long that it's never ending,
So little good it's got me praying for countless more,
In time maybe I will stop pretending,
Send out flowers,
Which have died some time before.
And so much for childhood zen,
Spring, summer, came and went,
Rivers more life sinks and/or dries,
A frozen, cracked, melted, wasted life I have,
Thus I am,
Nothing,
Soaked in vodka now,
Face flat on the floor,
Thats not what dreams are dreamt for!
Tell me how's my stomache taste?
Okay I'll drop my guard,
"Let's have it your way."
Comments
louis
56 years 4 months ago
I like this poem's
Mark
19 years 3 months ago
Countless more,
Hopeless_J
19 years 3 months ago
Thank you.
Hopeless_J
19 years 3 months ago
Thanks for your comments.
Mark
19 years 3 months ago
Rivers more ....
Hopeless_J
19 years 3 months ago
Hey.
Mark
19 years 3 months ago
hey