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Mornings

Member since 2006 · Posted 27 Jan 2011 · 4 comments

Morning is arriving fast.. I can now rest, at last.. Just thinking of what I learned from the past.. Those memories, in the end, will make me last.. I will survive this filthy world.. This place full of dirty words.. Will just be observing how things work.. And will be lying here until it all bursts.. Hello oblivion.. Take me into your conviction.. So I can take what's for me proper.. Into the great and deep slumber..

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[2] Dovina 12-Feb-11/8:09 PM Reply

I hate these boring suicide poems!

[7] nypoet22 12-Feb-11/10:27 PM Reply

there's a bit of ambivalence about the topic. if this is not about suicide, it may be more interesting than it initially appears.

[n/a] alvinb › nypoet22 10-May-11/6:21 AM Reply

it's not about suicide but about how a vampire hate the coming of the sun/.... Sorry if it sounds like a suicide peom

[3] Skamper 18-Feb-11/3:09 PM Reply

oh dear...what do you think is for you proper? Sounds like you think you deserve something better, we have only what we create and if your creation is words, make them come alive.