Free verse № 147177
Dead Inside
My soul must be iron:
Forged in fire but
currently cold,
crushing.
The weight intense
With structure long
rusting.
Bringin' me down,
Like an anchor
Through the ground.
I make not a sound,
And feel nothing.
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Free verse № 147177
16 comments
No blog entries recently?
No blog, I have plenty of shit to say, just no time.
I've got a few poems hovering around, incomplete and absolutely tormenting my soul because I don't know what to do with them. Now that I'm back studying again the inspiration will hopefully return. I know what you mean about having no time for blogs though. I used to write stories on my MySpace blog, but that hasn't happened for a while now. Perhaps I should start again.
How are the classes going?
and f.y.i. i'm not talking to any females anymore because all of you are life-sucking, abscent-minded, whimsical, love-cleavers...AND ITS ALWAYS ABOUT YOU ISNT IT?! YES, YOU'RE ALL QUITE PLEASED WITH YOURSEVES BUT THAT'S NOT ENOUGH, NO. YOU MUST PARASITE YOUR WAY THROUGH THE POPULUS CLAIMING ANY SPARK OF POTENTIAL YOU FIND IN ORDER TO FULFILL YOUR INSATIABLE THIRST FOR RUINING EVERYTHING!!!!
...eheh, got a little carried away there.
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