Give Me InkA Poem by Karina Longo
This is utopia; nightmares facing the sun.
You're nothing; inky wounds. Sparkling bubbles killing drains, smooth disappointment Flush it all - piss, water, cocaine dreams and prescribed hints - lovely deadly routine Me? I am Snow White poisoned forever, No one but one shadow - I am nothing and should be everything - inky dreams. I suppose theories are for the tender, Suppositions - me, am I surreal? I must be Because I only try to speak the truth At the kingdom where the lies run free An empire must fall, although emptiness never did. Cold wash, hidden typed scribbles - you slammed the door in my heart's face You blame the wind, but still We are the perfect shape of nothing; aching dreams. Actions, reactions, revolutions, desillusions - All running in the outside when you don't cage what's inside, Well, it would kill me if I did, but even if it means nothing, Someone shall write nihilism and extropianism - So please, give me ink. © 2011 Karina LongoFeatured Review
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Added on April 14, 2011Last Updated on April 14, 2011 AuthorKarina LongoFurther Away, SomewhereAboutMore about me: Music I like: Manic Street Preachers. Depeche Mode. Chris Cornell. Soundgarden. Smashing Pumpkins. Suede. Pulp. Oasis. The Clash. Tears for Fears. Stereophonics. John Lennon. Da.. more.. |

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