Lost
Someday I will fly away
I'll take my time to say good bye
You can tell me it will be ok
Another knot that you untie.
Smile and keep walking
I find myself lost
Smile and keep talking
My mind you have tossed.
I see you very smug,
What have you done to me
Sweep that shit under the rug
Soon one day you will see.
~Beautiful Pollution
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Lost | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| Feelings | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| Loathing | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| what you have done | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| Night Of Ecstasy | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| The Random | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| A God that is Yours | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| Lustful Betrayal | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| conflict of intrest | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| Natural High | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| Fate | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| Puppet Master | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| I am the guide of inspiration (I am the daughter of Zeus) a muse. | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| the one that got away | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| My favorite flawed perfection | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| rotten friend particles | 1 | 01/09/2010 |
| Wizard Of Cause (Followers of the fabricated road) | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| The Quiet Scream | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
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