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a plea to no one in particular
By KittyStryker
oh, you are but a boy, you are but flesh and blood
but yet your chest is my confessional, a place
where i may weep, and pound my fists, and get nowhere
you told me once you were a musician, and i believe
your songs are the small things that keep me smooth
so sing low of things that never should have been
but were; sing slow of things unseen, but felt
close, close to my crippled machine of heart
remind the soul to smile; revive the listless
dreams that have been left undreamt for fear of losing
self in the process of finding stars to wish on
fix me, i beg, i weep, make this whole, fill the hole
create something where there is nothing
ah, but you are but a boy, and have no answers
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Copyright 2003 Bast
Published on Friday, December 19, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Friday, January 16, 2004, Tracer
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wrote:
I've had this feeling, great expression...^vTracerv^
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On Saturday, December 20, 2003, urbanhumility
(1175) wrote:
this is fucking brilliant, since iv known you....your work is getting progressivly better......more intense, more mature, im loving every word in this one, mature wisdom does you well.........urban
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On Friday, December 19, 2003, cre
(411) wrote:
to me this is so sad, maybe just because i know nights of similar tears . . but it's a beautiful write. the more i live the more i think there just really aren't any answers.
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On Friday, December 19, 2003, Methos
(121) wrote:
Wow, a beautiful poem. Very well written, and full of such power. Great write. -Methos
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