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Things are a breath of fresh air.
everythings different this time I swear.
I'll conceal myself against the toilet wall
reading messages about nothing much at all.
Its easier to fade away this way
than stay out there another day
A jigsaw with a soggy piece....
hopes are lost as relationships cease.
These people look at me like I'm shite.
I fail to charm with my fractured wit.
stephen fry would look me in the face.
He'd compared me to alan davis & turn away in disgrace.
The curious incident in the nightime is why I'm still alive.
I'm gonna keep it going,gonna blossom.gonna thrive.
I'm a rainman I guess with out an umbrella.
falling in love but unable to tell her.
- by Louise Brooks |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/16/2008 |
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- Title: the perks of being a weed.
- Artist: Louise Brooks
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- Date: 07/16/2008
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Comments (3 Comments)
- capaqua - 03/17/2010
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its ok, but wats with mentioning alan davis?
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- SilvertongueSagittarius - 07/21/2008
- well, as Ivana said, you've done better. although, you still get a four because you managed to mention toilets and jigsaw puzzles in the same poem and have it make sense. not an easy task. keep up the good work
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- Atheshya - 07/21/2008
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Not as good as your other poems - still plenty of examples and imagery, but the rhymes aren't anywhere near as good. But, they're not forced either, so...
Five stars and a favourite. Seeing as the only reason I could think of to give this four stars is that you're other stuff's better (not a very good reason), I kinda had to give five. - Report As Spam