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SupremeDreamer (Free verse) by Nirvana13666

A frigid look An empty bedroom Living inside a dead mind I look out and only see black I am blind to colors that bleed bright The solstice of my life is over Solitude has begun I shiver at the thought of your frigid looks Pain is a remedy for my delusion You aren’t even there anymore Yet your stares turn my blood cold I wish you wanted me I wish you hadn’t forgotten the way I hate I died yesterday Today it’s just my dead body wanting Wanting to feel alive again

Bachus 24-Sep-03/2:07 PM
And I'm out right now, in my backyard writing, I haven't even left the house yet, and I've already made almost a gran actually 750.00$ So I really don't need to go out. I enjoy my home, it's beautiful, and allows me the music, food, drink, and family an friends surrounding me in a gorgeous environment of my creation, Plants, animals, freash air HAAA, naturally, I do make lot's of phone calls and emails during the day, but that's it, for me. Otherwise, my days are spent developing my talents being creative and free. Istop 9-5ing years and years ago at 24 actually. See, what you don't get is that I work at home writing, I have no schedule other than what I 'want' lol. Sure I have deadlines, and If I want to record music I go across the street to my studio, and If I book an acting gig, I leave, pick up my laptop, and go do the job, but my real love is poetry, so I do it all day long 'while' i'm doing a million other things (writing 2 movies, entertaining friends, composing music, editing my manuscripts for literary competitions for publications I respect. If I do go out, it's to perform for money at hip clubs that I don't ever frequent other than to PLAY IN, or eat, or travel, I don't hang out anymore with children at clubs or get loaded... it's just to boring and pathetic of an activity to waste energy on anymore. Kind of like drunken one night stands and cocaine floozys eating your eggs in the morning. YAWN. Any how. your conversation becoming a yawn, and my mother will be coming home to prepare me lunch soon, and pour me a nice cold brown beer.




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