Watch Your PrintA Poem by JudeTrainSomething of anotherTopple about the moor Hood still
filled with cure Lets feel, lets feel Quick, ditch the ground Here see the menthol Conceal the broken pencils that's it that's it What do we do now? Panic through conclusions Hands full of knots Walls walls You blinked, I win catch the drift? ever off … Actuating my freak grimace Controlling thoughts that shouldn’t be On my tongue Paying attention to how the stories pivot, Because its getting really interesting to Watch how everything’s done … You're talking so fast see, You're fumbling your thoughts, see Wrong word, wrong word There ya go I’ve gotcha Because honestly I know that’s not what you meant But it is convenient for my argument … Stuck inside a light bulb Strumming in my head Losing all my senses My feet have turned to lead These people keep on passing Their faces smeared with red As long as they keep quiet We’ll keep their faces fed © 2010 JudeTrainAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 3, 2010 Last Updated on March 6, 2010 Tags: watch your print judetrain AuthorJudeTrainYuma, AZAboutI was born in Spokane Washington on November 9th, and have been writing ever since... ahem, i usually carry a composition book for random thoughts, or even for short stories. I'd like to say I started.. more..Writing
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