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bloke
Mar 18, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

So I Live

I’m a coloured character,An outline of a figurine ,On a piece of paper,In a furnace.With no grimace.My pain is women’s lingerie.Never do you see it on me.If you did it would be intense,For all involved, but that’s okay.Without intensity, life is a moth.With one wing broken,By the cat that stole his youth.So when the sun, commandeers, your bedroom window,Be thankful, for the crazy man, at the bus stop.In all his obscenities,His intensity is beautiful.And it makes life worth living.So I live.
— bloke, Mar 18, 2009

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themoonman

themoonman

17 years 2 months ago

Bloke...

I'm a fan of lingerie, but not on me... that would be more than intense... it would be down-right ugly...lol but being one that appreciates life's sweet intensities... I love the poem... Richard
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Wow, again, cryptic, but really very compelling, I am intrigued.

Wow, again, cryptic, but really very compelling, I am intrigued. Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."