What is Presence
What is presence
Does it morph as you grow to adolescence
Life is a drawn out tragedy
Dark abundance of agony
full of twisted turns and corrupt closes
teasing attar of roses
twisted turns and shattered glass
tourture with ample time to harass
the longer you run the faster death tolls
run and hide quickly for frim reaper come to hoard sould
hurry, hurry better be quick
your life's clock ticked its final tick
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| What is Presence | 0 | 09/09/2014 |
| Untitled | 0 | 02/13/2010 |
| Inside My head | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| The Perfect Present | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| the relaztion of whats inside a women | 0 | 11/08/2009 |
| the true meaning of love | 0 | 09/29/2009 |
| The truth about love | 0 | 06/25/2009 |
| promises | 1 | 06/25/2009 |
| my herion | 0 | 06/25/2009 |
| Knives | 2 | 06/25/2009 |
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