Wednesday, June 24, 2009

this shit is sick.

Right now I am watching this movie called, "Shopping". I don't really like it all that much . . it is really boring for such a crazy movie.

I want to write a new poem . . I have been trying to . . but I think I am blocked. I hate to use that as an excuse.

Here we go:

soft but shallow
words ring ripe
child so callow
where lies the hype

beaten and bruised
ears still shaken
why so amused
thoughts forsaken

love is gone
so is the child
find me withdrawn
meek and mild.

unleashed and stoned
for words that drip truth
mildly moaned,
"where's gone my youth?"
that one shouldn't be too hard to figure out.

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