nonsense of senseA Story by Tenten
Nonsense out of sense Sense out of nonsense creative distortion, creative sickness addictive words…high…pill…smoke Freezing; rock back and forth - to and fro This is power, insanity is art The place we belong is nowhere Faulty existence sustained by paint fumes Midnight cigarettes and promises of wrong touches Nowhere noting my lack of individuality insanity This is you and me or I am you. No one here Empty our existence Apathy Empathy our love Whisper words guide my finger tips under the notion We belong somewhere that is nowhere existence Hello good-bye my love so in the end This is our happily ever after our poor little god © 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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Added on February 24, 2008 AuthorTentenAlamosa, COAboutI know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..Writing
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