love and nicotine
your shirts drenched with sweat
you sat on the sand
you felt holy wearing the nicotine on your shirt
i felt holy wearing nothing but hate
you reclaimed sanity with your words drifting in the waves
i reclaimed sanity with this anger growing in my head
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yes..you have to think deeper into the poem. you have to go beyond the physical part of the poem..
taht’s a poem?that’s a little difficult to understand..(my brain still not work)
Nopes! Just take it in the vein, “Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.”
Yes, and you’re cool too for having the radical brain to understand the whole idea of the poem:-) I’ll be posting more poems in my blog, hope you’ll be updated:-)
radical.. i loved it. keep up the cool job.
That is a heavy poem. Hope the sanity stays, if you want it to.
Sometimes, sanity bores me:-) Should i consider it unusual?