Sitting with my legs crossed
Head tossed about
in the pouring rain.
Looking to the skies to find
the gods can't
tell me I'm sane.
I'm a fool caught looking
and caught with my
hands painted red.
I was looking so long
my conscience
has showed up dead.
Mutilated and futile
are my attempts to
save myself.
All I ask in return is
you ask why didn't
he leave a will.
Leaving, Going, Gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
and I'm gone
don't chase me
berate me
infuriate me
a impassionate state
incapacitate me
leave me sighing
crying
I'm leaving
I'm going
I'm gone
'Cause you are
or I am
or We are
but we're not
We are not
I'm taught
with frustration
I'm still with
destiny
of failure
I've failed
I'm leaving
I'm going
I'm gone.
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When life fucks you over, like today it did me, follow the steps.
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3 comments:
Wow.
That was a great poem, out of all the poetry I have read, that has to be one of the best poems.
I saw your little brother's blog, and his poem was pretty good. I loved the pictures.
Keep writing poetry, I love the stuff your writing.
This is amazing poetry, no joke.
I wish i could write like this.
My thoughts come out in blurs,
and never make any sense.
I think i can relate to this,
which makes it meaningful.
I'd email you, but i don't really email.
Do you have myspace?
riley you're amazing.
this one especially is better than half the stuff i've written :)
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