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So, yeah, I write poetry, big deal, here is some of it;
Body of my Anatomy
My figure grows without love or affection Anatomy is it's only perfection Overly big Stretches tear me apart Nothing can help me than what you can tell me Emotions roll with what you observe Magazines tell lies to sell your soul I only cry when I cannot achieve The lie that has been and will always be To be underweight and to be deathly ill To what my image must be is something that I am not and will never be
skinny
Discretion is deadly
Undoubtedly I sense that my self perception is faulty Knowing for years that I can not handle this discretion I wonder in hope for a new revolution My vanity only attracts those without eyes Eyes of those who see beauty See not the beauty, but the beauty of what the demon relies This revolution will not be mudane Unfortunally it will remain the same Extrodinary Evolutionary This is what they all hope for They all hope for what this world can be They do not understand how this world is and will be Just like me They only hear the hope that they wish They have the same faulty perception Unprotected from the govern father We all follow the same path Hopeful ears that listen for happiness Sadden eyes that were blinded by darkness without seeing without their eyes what they all hear will only be a lie
Discuss, I love to discuss the meanings and what not. I need more people to discuss things with!
This post has been edited by Z0mbi3 on Oct 6 2009, 02:00 AM
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ConspiracyBelieve it The Aliens keep us in tiny snow globes
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