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I drop the act,
the gig is up.
I can't contain it,
pooring out of
my entire being now.
The confusion
reeling inside me
is relentless.
Donning earbuds,
music blaring,
keeping time
with Mae as
metronome,
counting the tears
shed onto an
open wound.
Just as the music
falls to my soul,
I take up my pen,
falling unto paper,
and transcribe my
heart with a myriad
of intertwined,
un intelligible
hieroglyphical
translations
which are indecipherable
even to mine eye.
How could this come
to pass that my world
carefully unhinged
itself discretely
to my notice?
I was blind to myself.





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lostnhim said...
Apr. 12, 2010 at 7:42 pm
This is an amazing poem!!! I really enjoyed reading it! (:
 
ApolloReign replied...
Apr. 12, 2010 at 7:45 pm
Thanks, lostnhim!
 
Milo! said...
Apr. 6, 2010 at 9:26 pm
This is really good! i really like how it flows and is easy to relate to. I hope to see more work from you! I would love it if you would read some of my work. I think you would like it.
 
ApolloReign replied...
Apr. 10, 2010 at 2:40 pm
Well, I write quite a lot, more often than not in notes on my facebook page so my friends can read them too. But, I always add them on here.

And I'd love to read your work! :)
 
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