Ataryu

I wrote this at the beginning of July:

The rage I feel is what helps me heal,
The pain is what sooth’s my soul,
Im ready to break stay far from range,
This face you see is about to change,
What you thought you knew,
Were the lies that I threw at you,
Your fucking nightmares are my reality,
My fantasy and what’s inside of me,
I hide behind a brick wall,
The bricks that never fall,
You’ll never get the way I feel,
For your afraid it might be real,
I am life.

Zandarielle

This sounds like the devil wrote this poem???? hmmm I wonder???I think it is really good....Very real...It is whats real...you are true with your title.Marvelous...I love it!!

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I took you to the apex of a maelstrom and asked you if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize my ticket wasnt for two....I rode alone.

Ataryu

Thankyou

Penelope

sooth's your soul? As in sooth sayer? Or perhaps you mean soothes your soul? If there was anything else amiss in this poem, I lost interest after being sidelined.

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"Trees cause more pollution than automobiles do." Ronald Reagan ~ 1981

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