B.S. (Be Sure)A Poem by modtoddincFed up, put out, done, finale.In the mist of morning adherence, I am beyond all clearance. Forget the path that was... the fork, the knife, the spoon... My love has died. Your mother lied. I am my only truth, the realism inside my youth, F**k you then was a joke, it's become my only hope. All the cards have played, playa, now what for you se'as In so deep, in truth the sleep, as gratitude and thanks are steep, and this quagmire's too quick & deep. Conquistador sixteen, drop two, I am you, never fail to turn, into what you desire, or suffer the consequences; a fool. Zero begins... Zero Ends... Astrophysics turns into Quantum engines. I want to know, Don't you? forget me not a pettle tossed forgotten not, holocaust, and most definitely lost... to those who knew, Batman and Robin will come through. Give to me the cupcake of your most precious memories and I will step on it and make it dirt; ground like coffee that you drink each day to stay awake. Why must we play falsehoods way? In, out. Around, about. Real, lost... who cares and more importantly, who determines the cost? Of ____ LIFE?? My life is... _____ You fill in the blank with importance and honesty, and then come to me with nothing. © 2015 modtoddincAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on August 25, 2015 Last Updated on August 25, 2015 AuthormodtoddincTacoma, WAAboutI write what I feel with honesty, and integrity. I love art in all it's forms, especially poetry and multi-media. I love to read, watch movies, play music, and study comparative mythology. I hope to o.. more..Writing
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