One would like to...
By Kiah
One would like to be honest. But one doesn't want to crumple the frail feathers of inspiration. Dribble, dribble and issue forth. "She f&#ked me. He ducked me. They shucked me. Into this place." One would like to disagree. To insert a thought against the monotony. Scribble, scribble and some pissy merth. "I'm fragile, so agile, in denial, of my own face." Though the felling heart is so weak. As the sensitive soul seeking stability. One would like to contradict. Show the contrived, the empty driven thoughts. To all those stuck in the emotions knot. Writhing where they like to. Repeating the tighting dance. Shitting in your own pants. Pushing out the same excriment. Painting all the sads faces on pavement. I would like to. But no one wants to hear it. Wasted breath against closed eyes. You're not even listening now.This is a bit preachy. But it is what it is. Written December 28th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 01:18 PM PST 17 • 0 • 1
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"One would like to be honest. ..."