Now and ThenA Poem by modtoddincI write when and how I feel like it
Maybe when you can find an answer, I will try to run,
Or perhaps I will simply smile Juxtaposed to regularity, it seems fit Or possibly just crypt, no response is required. Fortitude comes to those who rape, shame is something quietly shaped, Grandiose conqueror, templed monger, error upon terror: feared I am a goat who's milk saves lives desperate and eats everything whole and some. Not a pig, or a sweet sacred sheep or cow... Billy Bad A*s presented me. Man she punched me like a hurricane. Heaven filled with planetary solitude; everybody knows me now... Sadly look Shadows followed me home and I became, What is m**********r. Buy me a pack of smokes, Mary will you please? Next thing, no jokes, carry me home in sleeves. Holographic nightmares revealed- add it ink shun for reals. Followed you down this great big hole, In desperation, that's how it really feels! Fortitude comes to those who rape, shame is something quietly shaped, Grandiose conqueror, templed monger, error upon terror I am a goat who's milk saves lives desperate and eats everything whole and some. Not a pig, or a sweet sacred sheep or cow... Billy Bad A*s presented me. I can't wait for you to run up into the corner with me, Nowhere to turn, where everything burns... We are never free from... It's always just turns with you and me... stumble bump in the dark. Lost in spaces dark and cold... Jumpitty jump! I could hear the "tink, tink" of his belt and there was no sun and there was no moon. Only what I felt. Holy art though my response to succumb and experience, I can still see my future in your rear view window pain. I should have known all that was in front of me, Fortitude comes to those who rape, shame is something quietly shaped, Grandiose conqueror, templed monger, error upon terror I am a goat who's milk saves lives desperate and eats everything whole and some. Not a pig, or a sweet sacred sheep or cow... Billy Bad A*s presented me. I think it's pretty strange trying to get ahead in life, but talking sucks. Stop asking me to stay, Going, walking, running, it's the only way... Indian voodoo Hit self destruct, put your hands up, give a... strut off who do. I never wanted you to just be: in all ways we remain free. C'mon main gets this together, We got global kind of weather. Come here sweetheart, I want to whisper, make it right to you. © 2016 modtoddincReviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 22, 2016 Last Updated on January 22, 2016 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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