Locked away inside feelings I can not abide To keep my loving spirit alive festering boiling churning... revenge is what my heart is urning bile clawing to the surface I have no magic to serve this purpose I quickly push it down broken hearted mortified empty silly clown my utter desolation my heart's assasination tempting his utter devotion malevolence, you've set in motion full of hatred and jealousy charming him with sensuality locking away my inner demon that would lower me to your treason small things trip this loathsome memory raging from the past, pain my present company malice not in my current vocabulary regulating new found sensability deep within would be my target your black heart of a serpent if I could only realease my sorrow of my accurate, baneful arrow!
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Reviewed by Divinity 11 (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2006
what is more hate inspiring ...the event which you hate or realizing that it had to be for it was a part of who you are?
i often find myself looking back, hanging my head and laughing at my own ignorance when i get bent out of shape by something i perceive
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Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
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i often find myself looking back, hanging my head and laughing at my own ignorance when i get bent out of shape by something i perceive
hell hath no fury ... you say quite a lot without telling details, which is a sure sign of accomplished craft.
this read left me nodding with understanding, and cold with remembered experience. you accomplished your task, poet!