Friday, May 1, 2009

Inspiration poem

I’m so tired of inspirations,

Big invasions,

They appear on many occasions

And cause me to be quiet and close

And close

Like a dog that just been hosed

I hate the way the story goes

One came, One chase, One goes,

It holds a toll

The story is getting old

Should I change and out-range it?

It’s the strangest

Reminiscing is dangerous

Memories of females I want to release them, take them off a restraint,

Tainted, maybe that’s the word I’m looking for,

It drives me beast to the

Core Makes me feel tore

What am I looking for?

I found her

What do I want?

I have her

And now all I want to do is be around her.



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