Virus
Cold compassion felt deeply, containing all the emotions meant to be expressed through words spoken go unheard. the tribal instincts that infuse man with the idea that showing emotions are a sign of weakness even to himself. these feeling that go unchecked and fester like a boil and eventually pop to reveal a sensitive side that is quickly covered too prevent the spread of infection to the soul.Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Marstat’s Poems (7)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| per chance | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| The inner voice | 2 | 07/22/2010 |
| Dark Desire | 0 | 07/02/2009 |
| punish the punished | 0 | 07/02/2009 |
| Virus | 0 | 07/02/2009 |
| missed direction | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| Death in awareness. | 0 | 05/10/2009 |
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