And how about some fucking heart
The tears that must create the art
This is no fucking fairytale
So fuck you - you have no idea
The bitterness and strive
Fighting till your teeth come out
You never had to live with doubt
Where´s my mommy.. Where´s my mommy
Well - there is hell - and unprotected be
The children of your speechless masquerade
Hell.. fuck it all and your charade
I´m self-made.. lick my fucking ass
Never seen a crime I guess
Not in your whitebread HOLY fucking world
You don´t know shit ´bout fighting enemy
And you can´t even write a song -* Yo.. sing it back to me.
It´s the end of your parade
I´m sorry I´m the one to shit on it
But I know shit.. I know shit..
But also - hands of God - the whispers of some sheer delight
They usually stay out of sight
Don´t have the guts to scream out loud
Well fuck me hard - they´re gonna shout their heartache out
In Poetry - unfamiliar but soooo good
So back-off, like a real man should
You are but garbage to the soul right now
If anyone deserves a crown..
I´ll find it for them - someway - and some fucking how.
I AM ALIVE - AND OH SO NEAR
KittyWinter: | Zondag, juli 24, 2005 12:53 |
ik wist dat er zoiets als dit zou komen na een aantal andere gedichten van andere mensen gelezen te hebben. mooi en gevoelig geschreven. |
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Rishi: | Zondag, juli 24, 2005 10:18 |
de bij is blij :) en ze is er nog steeds bij :D how's you :) |
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bent: | Zondag, juli 24, 2005 02:37 |
Jaaaaaaaaa... We dansen samen de Bostellaaaaaa... Waaaaaaant... De mooiste dans is de Bostellaaaaa... Jaaaaaaaa... We moeten lief zijn voor elkaaaar... De mooiste dans is de Bostella ... De hit van't jaar! ... |
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Auteur: who cares | ||
Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 24 juli 2005 | ||
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