i have tried to write my emotions down, and may have succeeded in many a time but this, for the best part i have had a date with sadness, shared a bed with pain..... and today they visit again..
it be no ones fault for they tried. but these tears i shed to moan mine self, i had a queen, but I treated her like a maid, had an angel but i whisked her away,
now but tears..
a man should not cry they say, I. will
"There are confessable agonies, sufferings of which one can positively be proud. Of bereavement, of parting, of the sense of sin and the fear of death the poets have eloquently spoken. They command the world's sympathy. But there are also discreditable anguishes, no less excruciating than the others, but of which the sufferer dare not, cannot speak. The anguish of thwarted desire, for example."
skillz tha poet
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Saturday, March 23, 2013
Tears Run Dry
Friday, March 1, 2013
In happiness after
It lay out on her shoulder,
Risen up to her four foot eight,
Haughtily she shook off from his hold,
And you could see a tear....
And i from Pandora through Pankhurst have seen,
It never turns gray lest its intent is a fall,
But beauty has slain,
Liberty and happiness at cost.
And she had it all.
Held by her ancestral horbs,
The hairy hunker on the left,
Skating his wisdom down her lobe,
The caveman on the right,
Blubbering nothing that was right,
And of she went to their merry,
A distraught beauty,
In search of happiness,
But it never lies before the sun,
But after