You're just a blank page
staring me in the face,
and I can't say
how much I hate you,
because you make me bleed,
and I'll always need
the release
only you can give me.
You make me weak,
because for you
I objectify myself,
put my life
to black and white,
just making it easier to see
the damage I keep,
deep
in me.
You are the drug
I cant give up.
apparently not Jason...I'm reading your work! very fine work at that
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on April 19, 2003
Jason this has such a tragic tone. Bill
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
Reviewed on April 19, 2003
nice poem, though i wish to experience with you rther than sit on sidelines as you tell me. instead of saying " i hate because..." describe an images that will make your reader say "yeah, i hate it too."
I have taken pride in writing this novel as so many people have the wrong impression on bikers because they dress in leather clothing which is to protect themselves in case of an accident. The majority of bikers are known Policemen, Firemen, Doctors,
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Excellent!
Reindeer
Trixie :)
Sandie Angel :o)
much emotion here