A Clean Slate
Fear is just a state of mind
Death is just a state of life
Innocence, a state of being
All dissolve at point of knife
All that mattered
All that was
Drip slowly down the drain because
The cut you've made is much to deep
I'm out of mind, I'm losing sleep
This blade, reflection of my fate
The key to help me clean my slate
Color washes from my face
I finally have found my place
Lying in a pool of red
The final place I rest my head
laydbak1 commented on A Clean Slate
08-03-2009
HarverTomsson commented on A Clean Slate
07-20-2009
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| War and No Peace | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
| The Star-Embedded Road | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
| No title | 2 | 06/30/2009 |
| Labrynth, I'm Lost My Love | 6 | 07/23/2009 |
| Not a Raid, Juat a Massacre | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
| Your Little Lifeless Doll | 3 | 06/30/2009 |
| Last Goodnight | 2 | 06/30/2009 |
| Her Lips, My Drug | 2 | 06/30/2009 |
| Trapped (Thanks for the title, Chosen!!) | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
| A Clean Slate | 2 | 10/05/2009 |
| Love me, cancer | 2 | 10/05/2009 |
| Like a Knot | 4 | 03/05/2009 |
| Fear Me | 4 | 03/05/2009 |
| Semi-comatose | 4 | 03/05/2009 |
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