FamiliarityA Poem by Andrew Flisserits so welcomingi took the blade, felt it in my hand. cold and hard, steel firmly placed against my arm. I know i've felt this way before. it feels familier. pressing the blade deep into my wrist. it feels familier. the blood flowing from it. it feels familier. writing dark poems. Feeling my life fall to pieces, it feels familier. This time, i'll never feel it again. © 2008 Andrew Flisser |
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Added on October 20, 2008 AuthorAndrew FlisserNYAboutI'm back, and have some new things up. i no longer have the same emotion towards the girl i was writing poems to, but I'll leave them up because it shows what I've brought to writers cafe in the past... more..Writing
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