Lurid

February 6, 2009
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Looking at the prison light,
No matter my plight,
Has become a habit of
Each night

With nothing better to do,
Than to imagine who,
Emits such a scream,
Just as we all used to

If I die in this edifice,
So magnificent and circuitous,
Life's garden will hardly notice,
Even though it may be less one lotus





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nick m said...
Mar. 1, 2009 at 12:04 am
wow, thats really good dude, sounds alot like Edgar Allen Poe to me, awsome
 
Say-Wha said...
Feb. 21, 2009 at 11:30 pm
This is really good. Makes you think. Very good Kel.
 
tgeisenburg said...
Feb. 21, 2009 at 5:24 pm
You are awesome!!
 
marycb said...
Feb. 21, 2009 at 3:11 am
Very thought-provoking! Keep writing!
 
T3hNinja said...
Feb. 20, 2009 at 9:30 pm
Kel, you're an amzing writer, keep it up! ^^
 
Terri B. said...
Feb. 19, 2009 at 9:37 pm
OMG this is an awesome poem. A little morbid, but still a good read ^_^
 
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