Destiny
You drifted,
Towards the easy way out
Pretending you knew
What life was all about.
You turned
Away from destiny
To scared to face
How your life would be.
You trusted
What you thought you saw
And played the games.
In spite of that one flaw,
You hide
Beneath your wings of fire
Shielded from the ice
That would cool your desire.
You wait,
In hopes that you survive
And grasp at straws
To keep your dreams alive
You cry,
Though you knew all along
This kind of love
Has always been wrong.
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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| blur | 4 | 07/06/2009 |
| What I need | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Hidden | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Rose | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Last Generation | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| Echoes | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Escape | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Perfect | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Tact | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Destiny | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Slices of Reality | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Inside Me | 2 | 01/29/2009 |
| I See | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
| Sacrifice | 1 | 01/29/2009 |
| Grace | 1 | 01/29/2009 |
| Illusion | 5 | 01/29/2009 |
| Hidden | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
| Yesteryear | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
| Guile | 1 | 01/29/2009 |
| Deception | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
| Salvation | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
| Rage | 1 | 01/29/2009 |
| Voyage | 1 | 01/29/2009 |
| I Am | 0 | 01/29/2009 |
| Sold My Soul | 3 | 01/29/2009 |
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