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Not My Color
By Zahgurim
Credibility has little
reason for existence
Petrify and wet yourself
It doesn't care about your problems
It doesn't care about your reasons
It doesn't care about your feelings
Or how you plan to deal with them
Nothing really matters
When your facing the machine
It'll cut you
And bleed you dry
Because your clean
Broken serenity
Filled with unbridled fear
Petrify and crack
It doesn't feel
It doesn't create
It only destroys
How appropriate
Actions are a lost cause
When your knees scrape the ground
And your tears tear you down
When your loved ones look to you
Only to find you bound
Is that...orange?
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Copyright 2004 John Michael Joseph Barnes
Published on Thursday, January 1, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Not My Color"
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On Thursday, October 12, 2017, Just Dave
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wrote:
the last stanza is brilliant in an already fine poem. Nice write. JD
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On Thursday, October 28, 2004, elisa
(1595) wrote:
'...And your tears tear you down...' you paint a vivid picture in this line....absolutely wonderful:) elisa
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On Tuesday, May 18, 2004, Mute Serenade
(389) wrote:
the flow of the last stanza made the peice, i think... swell write. Sue
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On Sunday, January 4, 2004, Ophelia
(221) wrote:
I read this and was all like damn, then the orange thing changed the picture in my mind to an inmate sitting in an orange jump suit, smoking, but the ride there was great,,,,,,,,,,,O.
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A former member wrote:
*laughs delightedly* I love this! The ending really kicked ass.. ~Wish Upon A Star
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On Thursday, January 1, 2004, capt_funguy
(777) wrote:
nice work man ... and orange definately isnt your color , ... it doesnt rhyme with anything. it's fresh , it's raw , i'll read some more
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