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Why can't it be you
sitting there
in your bedroom
reading my journal,
your mind overflowing with
prose of seemingly poetic genius?
Why can't I be the one who wrote, with such passion,
an account of my days
filled with dread and love and
confusion?
It just isn't so.
No, for now, I am stuck in my
bedroom, writing an account
of my single day filled with
poetic lust.
Your stained-glass words tower over my humble abode, mud and brick
with a tiny window,
just large enough to see
you whistling as you go on your way,
and just small enough to hide me in
plain sight as I
write furiously within my
four walls.
- by PandaEnlightenment |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/15/2008 |
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- Title: Patron
- Artist: PandaEnlightenment
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Description:
So then. description, description...
I wrote this poem about... well, I think it'll be quite clear after you read it. strangely enough, i was happy with my writing after i finished this.
I'd like to hear what all of you have to say about its style and all that jazz, so please comment. :3 - Date: 07/15/2008
- Tags: patron poetic lust
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Comments (4 Comments)
- PandaEnlightenment - 07/15/2008
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hur hur. glad you enjoyed it. n__n
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- Cryomancy - 07/15/2008
- This oddly confused me with a feeling of anger, confusion, and neutrality. I thought this poem was overall very good.
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- PandaEnlightenment - 07/15/2008
- thank you so very much! cD
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- xxxemocuriexxx - 07/15/2008
- wow! i love it! i, too, am a poet, but yours is beautiful. thank you so much for sharing it with me on such a dreary day. ^-^
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