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Discussion in 'Poetry' started by bethy85, May 3, 2006.

  1. bethy85

    bethy85 Member

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    Done.

    I’m done.

    I don’t have time for people like you.

    Your poison.

    You put other done to build yourself up.

    You’re dominating to point of death.

    You can’t dictate what I do.

    You’re nothing to me.

    And sadly you’re nothing to you.

    You insecurities could eat you alive.

    You live in your own world.

    You can’t see how ugly you are.

    Your poison to me,

    And I’m done.

    Done.
     
    bethy85, May 3, 2006
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  3. dietcoketree

    dietcoketree Member

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    id hate to be the one that this is about lol
     
    dietcoketree, May 4, 2006
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  5. IamAhab

    IamAhab Member

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    Wow. I should've givin this 2 my ex.
     
    IamAhab, May 4, 2006
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  7. sylvanlightning

    sylvanlightning Prismatic Essence

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    letting go of the potters wheel,
    removing prying fingers from
    manipulating the clay,
    witnessing the vibrant unfolding
    manifest without guided touch.

    reborn the spinning mind soothes,
    the unshaped contours,
    to a polished porcelain sheen.
    encouraging uninvolved with
    silent prayers and hopeful wishes.
     
    sylvanlightning, May 4, 2006
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