One path
His blood ran cold and so did mine no other roads to travel by. The choices made where set in stone no blankets for this paths cold. Choices made things where said no options left. Bam! “You’re dead”.Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
vinsin22’s Poems (10)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Fallens Fall | 2 | 04/25/2011 |
| You get what you paid for | 1 | 03/17/2011 |
| Blinded by sight | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| My Orchestra | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Paths | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Russian roulette | 1 | 03/17/2011 |
| The First and Only Leap | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| One path | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| The Arena | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
| Consciousness | 0 | 03/17/2011 |
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