WORDS
Words.
Words are mine enemy.
They betray me
elude me
escape me.
Scoff at me
criticize and cut me.
Without them I am but a savage.
Teach me words that I might
breath color where none exists.
WORDS
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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
47fleas’s Poems (14)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Love Eternal | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| The Augmentation of My Breasts | 2 | 05/25/2010 |
| Without | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| EXIT WOUND | 1 | 05/25/2010 |
| Driftwood | 0 | 05/24/2010 |
| Death of a Tart | 1 | 05/24/2010 |
| Mere Mortals | 2 | 05/24/2010 |
| Chocolate Love | 2 | 05/24/2010 |
| Rememberin' | 1 | 05/24/2010 |
| Fleshtones | 0 | 12/28/2009 |
| Forty-Somethi ng |
0 | 11/16/2009 |
| I Am | 0 | 11/09/2009 |
| WORDS | 0 | 11/09/2009 |
| Left-Handed Need Not Apply | 0 | 10/13/2009 |
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