Sinking Another HandA Poem by Julius WhitfieldI'm tired of playing it safe; indecorous oblivion torsion hides the torid from becoming scarce nonsense for opprobious surrounds me even when it wouldn't dare touch me in means to stimulate but what i've given up is discourse to speak in screams only i don't want to confide with this mess, it's still turgid and pretentious against me when i need to see, to breathe instead of being a lie show me something worthy before we collide together relapse in this motion and rest your head lingering in a bleak disguise show me something worthy before we collide together relapse in this motion and rest your head i'll work to rearrange expired notions into measures just wait your turn and you'll be welcomed by the wade befriend benevolence in comfort and let it settle beneath you in any condition just so you can feel stimulated but what i've given up is discourse to speak in screams only i don't want to confide with this mess, it's still turgid and pretentious against me when i need to see, to breathe instead of being a lie singing in this shallow threshold show me something worthy before we collide together relapse in this motion and rest your head Now that i've wrestled amounts of audacity and reliance The suicide of validity suffers among sanity where nothing is of sanctity and adoration means everything to me i'll beat the weakness with enough tilling until my interconnectedness is sought out but what i've given up is discourse to speak in screams only i don't want to confide with this mess, it's still turgid and pretentious against me when i need to see, to breathe instead of being a lie burning a embrocate demarcation through you show me something worthy before we collide together relapse in this motion and rest your head but what i've given up is discourse to speak in screams only i don't want to confide with this mess, it's still turgid and pretentious against me when i need to see, to breathe instead of being a lie ensconcing another rod through those extremity show me something worthy before we collide together relapse in this motion and rest your head © 2008 Julius Whitfield |
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Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorJulius WhitfieldSt Louis, MOAbout21 yr old artists (writing, music, drawing, and performances) who has been befriended by pencils for years. I like to report my life's experiences through poetry and comedy, which are most of the time.. more..Writing
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