Panic
Stifle your panic and watch your fray—
Take it all
Tear it all
Lock it away
And if you should feel it rising back up
Clench your teeth
Make a fist
Hold your breath till it stops
Hold it in hold it in
Don’t let it free
You’ll regret it forever
So LISTEN to me!
I live inside you
I know how you think!
I watch how you move
And I float when you sink
But I die when you die so
SHUT THE FUCK UP
Hold your breath hold your breath hold my breathe
Make it stop
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Veruka Salt | 1 | 06/28/2009 |
| Graveyard Song | 1 | 06/28/2009 |
| The Closest Thing We'll Ever Be | 0 | 06/28/2009 |
| The Warning Label | 1 | 06/28/2009 |
| Smut Poem (thats really not that smutty...) | 0 | 06/26/2009 |
| A Christmas Poem | 1 | 06/25/2009 |
| Little voice inside my head | 1 | 06/23/2009 |
| Kitty Cat | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Walk long enough and youw ill get tired | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Panic | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Naked in the Snow | 2 | 06/25/2009 |
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