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Hands cupped,
Fear struck.
This is what it is, It's not. It is.
Bottles broken,
Tears stolen.
Pills on the floor,
Screams enraged.
So many walls.
Not much space.
Running, bellowing, vomiting, running.
Cuts, bruises, incisisons.
Awaking with new fears.
New problems.
Blood on the sheats.
Scrapes on the walls.
Is this real.
No place at all.
Foreign tastes on the tongue.
Memories stung.
Thoughtless.
Hazed off.
Piercing blue eyes,
Too thin lips.
Chaste, Lust.
Chance.
- by Klepto Chibi |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/11/2008 |
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- Title: Chance
- Artist: Klepto Chibi
- Description: Rather then giving your a description of this poem, I want you to imagine it for yourself. As you read it, you'll understand it.
- Date: 10/11/2008
- Tags: chance lust fear struck
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Klepto Chibi - 10/11/2008
- I know. I wasn't following a pattern. It was just flow.
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- just Atra - 10/11/2008
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Fifth stanza, you rhymed.
It doesn't fit with everything else. :/ - Report As Spam