Strumming my Pain
It may not sound like much to you
May even hurt your ears
I'm strumming my pain right now
Instead of crying tears
Playing the song of my LIFE
Through pick and strings
With every note I strum
This instrument sings
No alcohol, no drugs, no cigar
Just Me
My Words
And my Guitar
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Strumming my Pain | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Insomnia | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| Dying | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
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