forty

forty

A Chapter by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))

Words flow like water down a river

My mind a source of incapable innocence

Littered, ruined, polluted

Hate is just another excuse for living

World of ideas

The chair I sat on burned with liquor

The smell of rotten beer

Lie on the ground with old piss

Along the route of hell

The guide is burnt

Laughter is the way the life the stallion

Horses run down the river of rejuvenation  

But life is transitory



© 2011 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))


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Okay... wow ! Great use of vocabulary for one thing. Second thing, this is just so so powerful and deep and hits me. Love how you thought of this. These lines here are my favorite... all of the lines. ^.^ Strong beginning and middle and ending.


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