UnmanageableA Poem by MoebiaWild. Risky. Chaos. Sadness..?
Let's be those kids
on the playground who break the iron chains obliterate sand creativity Let's be the youth that guzzles whiskey at a sweaty house party and spreads their legs Let's be the adults who give not a care of anything they lay their sunken eyes upon They merely ogle at their good-looking friends, tell them "how did you do it?" "how did you manage?" But that's the life, of the unmanageable.
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1 Review Added on January 20, 2014 Last Updated on January 20, 2014 AuthorMoebiaSomebody's Nosy, TXAboutI am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..Writing
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