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Silent Mind
At 1:02 a.m. on 2001-11-24


A poem about how much I think it sucks to be shy. A poem about how I've always wanted to be one of those happy, chatty people, but never quite made it.

I've never had the gift of gab

I've never really liked to blab

Few know what lingers in my soul

The key to which is hidden low

To open me up, you need to see

Beyond the facade of sublimity

From few whose company do I seek

To few my secrets I do leak

If you need to know me more

The answer is hidden within my core

Whats hidden there is torn & scarred

The entry often locked & barred

The quietness, so few can tell

Is my own, forgotten, hell.

Before ________&________After

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Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
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Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday




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