Blue and grey smoke from a cigar outlooking the frame holding my fate seeing the world as i polute it a peice of glass falls into a sea of roses and she screams as i burn her with a blunt blade my weapon is my mind yet i cannot read nor write ashes flow about the flag of discontent the blue of tears the red of blood the white of surrender lying in ashes digging my own grave sitting by my window breathing in the fumes of my own demise.
this poem is going to be published in a book called Eternal Portraits. i think you should go to www.poetry.com and submit some of yours.
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outlooking the frame
holding my fate
seeing the world as i polute it
a peice of glass falls into a sea of
roses
and she screams as i burn her with a
blunt blade
my weapon is my mind
yet i cannot read nor write
ashes flow about the flag of discontent
the blue of tears the red of blood
the white of surrender
lying in ashes
digging my own grave
sitting by my window
breathing in the fumes of my own demise.
this poem is going to be published in a book called Eternal Portraits. i think you should go to www.poetry.com and submit some of yours.
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