love and nicotine Mar 21, 2009 | Stories | 7 comments 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 Please follow and like us: Comments 7 Comments propagandist101 on October 8, 2009 at 2:23 am yes..you have to think deeper into the poem. you have to go beyond the physical part of the poem.. Reply Raja_Vengeance on October 2, 2009 at 7:57 am taht’s a poem?that’s a little difficult to understand..(my brain still not work) Reply Rahul Sharma on March 27, 2009 at 7:15 am Nopes! Just take it in the vein, “Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.” Reply propagandist101 on March 22, 2009 at 1:22 pm 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:-) Reply Akiko on March 22, 2009 at 6:38 am radical.. i loved it. keep up the cool job. Reply Rahul Sharma on March 21, 2009 at 1:19 am That is a heavy poem. Hope the sanity stays, if you want it to. Reply propagandist101 on March 22, 2009 at 12:43 am Sometimes, sanity bores me:-) Should i consider it unusual? Reply Submit a Comment Cancel replyYour email address will not be published.Comment Name Email Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.