And, yet, I still write it. Crticism? And, much like too much of Hemingway's writing, it's all metaphorical, so if you wish for an explanation, I'd be happy to share it.
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[SIZE=1]1[/SIZE]Brown bag of freedom to aid when alone
Give up the ghost and find your way home
Elated when noticed no matter the cause
Close my eyes, put the moment on pause
Don't hate the sinner, only hate the sin
[SIZE=1]6[/SIZE]But never recall moments forgotten
Grudge held too long, contempt left to soak
Forget coming out, hide in your smoke
No better than me with anger and booze
Swallow the pride and put happy on Snooze
[SIZE=1]11[/SIZE]Sit back for confession, awaiting a priest,
Before you know it, I will be deceased
Yea I feel poetry is for hippies on acid.....just my opinion.
[quote=Skitzo Control;534633] ..it's all metaphorical, so if you wish for an explanation, I'd be happy to share it.
And that's a metaphor, for.. nihilistic rough sex with goats?