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this is a poem, I can't exactly place the meaning in it's entiretly. It's, in essence, a janble of emotions: bitterness, annoyance, depression also perhaps.

Submitted:Feb 20, 2013    Reads: 55    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Bad temper

Temperature changes as quickly as can be, yet

The memory lingers as long as it may.

One bad temper has the ability to erase a million smiles

Devils writhe and slither over my bleeding heart

Is it poison or death?

Neither, it's just bad thoughts

no ghost, no shadow Puppet - it's me.

It is! In the flesh, in the soul?

Wait, can it be

Now I'm zoning out, I see my brain crowded and

Gloomy, a veil-behind my eyes

--> now the tip of my head

Now just a dot

That's it

I am not

  • I like the things I wrote,

they might be harsh , they might be gloomy

but they all run through me...


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