PAIN
Pain is spreading like fire
Love was a soothing notion
Why even try and bother
To torture myself into motion
Still hope for a happy ending
Although predicted my future
Does memory last forever
Or piece by piece it is sutured?
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
nellakh’s Poems (11)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| CANNIBAL | 1 | 03/15/2010 |
| GOOD-BYE | 0 | 02/15/2010 |
| PLAY IN INNOCENCE | 0 | 02/12/2010 |
| MY DREAM | 0 | 02/12/2010 |
| ENDING | 1 | 02/11/2010 |
| PAIN | 0 | 02/11/2010 |
| PARADISE LOST | 2 | 02/11/2010 |
| IN THE SUBWAY | 0 | 02/11/2010 |
| I DON'T WANT TO SAY GOOD-BYE | 1 | 02/11/2010 |
| HALF AND HALF | 0 | 02/11/2010 |
| SCHEHERAZADE | 2 | 02/08/2010 |
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