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Hate this for being pretentious,
Love it for being infectious,
Contrived rhymes are so relentless,
The 'pose' abilities are endless.
I pulled the empty words from me,
Bled with false sincerity,
Nailed to the page like butterflies,
Without a flutter, they all died,
I am a poet, I live a lie.
- by Eliah Noctul |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/18/2009 |
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- Title: Poetic Justice
- Artist: Eliah Noctul
- Description: Brief poem about how it feels sometimes when I'm writing.
- Date: 07/18/2009
- Tags: poetic justice
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Comments (2 Comments)
- maydaymouse - 07/18/2009
- I like it, and I feel the same sometimes too. 5/5
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- King of Trash - 07/18/2009
- I think every writer feels this way at some point... 5/5...
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