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Rabid are the drums

Pulsing!

I see them all

But it's not so easy you see?

Yeah you better believe it

They can't see me. They

I am smaller than a grain of salt in the nowheres of the ocean

Even the water won't set me in motion

Oh won't you help

I need some f*****g help

F**k her smile and her laugh

I'll smoke and drink it away

She's a f*****g angel though

And what scares me

Is maybe she's starting to realize it

NO!

She's perfect!

I honestly think I'm in love

Peffect and I'm not

 

No it's the other path for me

Go with your blotchy faces

While I try and count my shoe laces

Are these my friends?

Will we create dead ends?

Well you lack passion and so do I

You're a hypocrite but so am I

But we are not the same

 

The times I want back

Give me them!

 

They say you respect a man when you ask his middle name

So whether you do or don't here's mine

 

same.

 

It used to be change

But he's back somewhere in totland

 

It's not me

The race of mandkind has passed

And I stand at the finish line

Still not ready to cross

It's me

Reviews

[Johnathan Smith]

Venting is a wonderful form of writing. You can see how your venting has formed a very, nice poem. I really like this. You show a strong sense of connectedness to yourself and your surroundings. I could see where some changes could take place, but at the same time... if they did it would take away some of the inner meaning and feelings in your poem. Keep writing, and if need be vent, vent, vent.

[Genevieve Walsh]

very good poem. you should try to get your writing out there, and in more ways than writerscafe