Walking...
I am taking a stroll down memory lane when I was young and longed for fame. It was because I had not seen much. I was isolated, brainwashed, and figured life pretty much sucked. That is when I would take a walk in my own shoes. A walk to get away from all that abuse and misuse because I didn't need their excuse. I detached myself from my problems and pain, when I went walking, walking in my own lane.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.
GJ231’s Poems (3)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Waiting... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Mistakes... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Walking... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
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