Every Day

Apr 03, 2010 16:34


I live my day
with this loathsome feeling
in the pit of my stomach.
I breath every day
this toxic air
coming from the Factories of hate,
all around me.
I talk with you every day,
but my words are muffled 
by the acid in my mouth.
I wake up every morning
and nothing change.
Everything stays still.
Nothing disobeys the Law of Hate.

poetry, art, hate

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copycatalyst April 3 2010, 14:38:48 UTC
This is really good, also.
Stop being good at writing, and leave some talent for the rest of us. xD
Just kidding - I'm jealous because I haven't been able to write anything for awhile. -__-

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nosside April 3 2010, 15:19:01 UTC
It happens to me too. when my Muse flee, I could bomb out her house but she wouldn't come out!

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revanlady April 3 2010, 14:46:09 UTC
That's a really good poem. I like the descriptions.

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nosside April 3 2010, 15:25:58 UTC
thanks! I didn't know how they come out 'cause I wrote this on a whim.

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revanlady April 3 2010, 15:36:04 UTC
I find that the best poetry comes from a whim like that ^^

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nuiigurumii April 4 2010, 05:25:32 UTC
I enjoyed this. Great job! :)

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nosside September 3 2010, 18:27:57 UTC
WoW I totally missed your comment...Thanks ... even if so late.

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