Homeless Poetry
57Burns
Everything burns.
Frost burns,
Hot burns,
Nothing-in-my-soul burns.
There is nowhere to stop and be;
Stopping burns too.
Always moving, pushing, going,
On to God-knows-what.
Tired, but never stopping,
Pushed by pain.
Everything hurts.
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Dirt cheap happiness:
Poetry.
Poor penny thoughts:
Prose.
World Lit poverty:
Jade Kingdom.
Priceless Green Inhabitants:
Cynics.
King and Chief of these:
Me.
Outside Looking In
Drama.
Cliché.
Awkward.
Bitter.
Sweet.
Bittersweet.
Pain.
Belief.
Disbelief.
Conflict.
Silent conflict.
No conflict?
No, conflict.
Conflict?
Invisible.
Four-letter word:
Theology.
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prasetio30 says:
6 months ago
thanks for share. great hub, expressing about your self.