Boys and Creeps
My past with him,
almost dreamlike,
is now buried
and a new dream arises.
My new dream
comes with fantasy
such as happiness
which ought to not come true.
The cost of someone new
makes me undeserving.
I feel that I'm stuck with
the rats that roam the streets.
Without a new someone
I'm lost, alone and
find myself quickening my pace
in escape of eager eyes.
I feel raped with every
look and turned head.
Maybe a new someone
will sheild their lust.
Qualin commented on Boys and Creeps
08-03-2010
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Boys and Creeps | 1 | 07/21/2010 |
| What's yours | 1 | 05/08/2010 |
| Happiness | 5 | 12/08/2009 |
| Seasons | 3 | 12/04/2009 |
| Awake | 9 | 11/13/2009 |
| Smudged | 7 | 11/13/2009 |
| Alone | 8 | 08/12/2009 |
| Poet | 9 | 07/27/2009 |
| Broken | 8 | 10/19/2009 |
| These Words | 7 | 06/17/2009 |
| You | 7 | 11/13/2009 |
| Left Traces | 6 | 02/27/2009 |
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