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Godly (Free verse) by brazen I created this life
In the image I wanted to be
Built it over many years
And never rested a day
I gave to my family
I gave to my friends
I gave my all
To the deciples of my kin.
I held on with patience
With love and forgiveness and fear
But now those whom I've helped
Have lost their faith in me
So suprise knocks them down
Wrath from my gentle fists
Famine from my soft spoken mouth
Until the suffering is past
Those standing the judgement
Soothe their wounds with the past
Assure them that my anger can't last
And start again from scratch.
Up the ladder:
Something Strong
Down the ladder:
Pi'd Piper
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Posted: August 14, 2002 10:37 AM PDT; Last modified: December 24, 2002 9:41 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.809275 Overall Rank: 10986 Comments:
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27-Aug-02/11:22 PM
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lose the commas and the typo in the last line brazen. they'll get over it. sounds like they were living through you, and now you've gone and got individualized. high crime, that is.
Another poor me poem. Life's a bitch...get over it.....here you can have my family....cheers!
i've already excepted life's bitchlyness by becoming extremely sarcastic and indifferent. and i'll only except your family if it comes equiped with a drunken uncle phil, gold-digger aunt sarah, and a cousin tim who sells pot to his nana, whose name must by mary, but she is always called nana...even by her banker.
I know how you feel, don't worry things will get better.
you know, honestly...i went back to my actual notebooks for a date on this. it was about 2 years ago. i'm good. now i direct my anger and rage towards the everyday idiots i run into at work.
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