• Epic


    i am lost in a world
    a world without a girl
    without a care
    for mines
    for the mind
    that am living in
    its like a mine
    that everybody is been
    digging in
    so my mind i treasure
    so very deep inside
    I've burried
    letters photos secrets
    thus my presence
    been the essence
    so its very necessary
    to stay steady
    so you got to think twice
    if not more
    but what for
    but for the people
    than can cross me like Jesus
    but if i shall die
    that shall be the end
    there ain't no coming back for me
    not on the third nor the fifth
    so without a will left behind
    I'll be feeling like
    my birth
    was just another myth
    so am in need of a miss
    to leave my blueprint behind
    but many years have banished
    yet my pain is greater
    as girls come and go
    my pride becomes a hater
    and even though
    I've been with many
    I've made love only
    but once
    and now that my soul is empty
    no henny can cure this pain
    my game has left me in vein
    because all i see is clouds
    and more rain
    the sun doesn't come up
    on my horizon anymore
    my heart is sore
    my spirit broken
    for been outspoken
    so dare i paint
    a picture like no other
    contradict on my own mother
    fail my own brother
    and suffer because
    blood is thicker than water
    get high of life they say
    but they've never walked a day
    in my life i say
    so i pray..............

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    Benjamin4927 commented on LOST


    For me, I had a little bit of trouble catching the rhythm of some parts. I really liked the ending though (last 12 lines).

    dahlusion commented on LOST


    This piece is a bit dense for me in that it could be said with less. It's good and you can do better in getting to the point.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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