WASTELAND
the
heart is cold
all the life is gone
the flesh eaten
from the bones
dead to the world
you
are a wasteland
heart is cold
all the life is gone
the flesh eaten
from the bones
dead to the world
you
are a wasteland
WASTELAND
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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Title | Comments | Submitted |
I NEED YOU | 0 | 12/02/2010 |
I KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR | 0 | 12/02/2010 |
I CAN'T HOLD ON ANYMORE | 1 | 12/02/2010 |
THE LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS | 0 | 11/02/2009 |
LOOK UP | 1 | 11/02/2009 |
BLACK WORMS | 1 | 10/15/2009 |
SO LONELY | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
NOT IN CONTROL | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
BLACKNESS | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
ALL THE WORLD IS INSANE | 1 | 03/04/2009 |
FUTURE | 0 | 03/04/2009 |
IMMORTAL WHISPERS | 1 | 03/03/2009 |
DEAD WITHOUT YOU | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
TEARS NO LONGER FLOW | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
COLD WINTER | 1 | 03/03/2009 |
WASTELAND | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
I AM THE VICTIM | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
I SCREAM DO YOU HEAR ME | 2 | 03/03/2009 |
SOMETIMES | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
DRIVING | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
TEARS FROM THE SOUL | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
PAINTING ON EMPTY CANVAS | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
NOTHING IS THERE | 1 | 03/03/2009 |
Slowly | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
Drink From me | 2 | 03/02/2009 |
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