Poetry / Saving face in amazing ways
It seems today was the day to lose the race,
your expressions ruled me, I’m drooling over promiscuity,
All that’s left is just to spit it your way.
For the fame in the world wasn’t enough for this girl,
who in the midst of progress against digression, dismissed those
moments that were truely affection, for an argument, the cheap smell of a non monogomous nature left her sad again.
Yea she has friends that love her. I’m sure the consoling found its way into her mind like fitness, and she excercises relentlessly…
Putting the blame just where it needs to be. On a shoulder of a lover who secretly seethes his creation, and the actions that seperate, mutilate, turning this into some type of a museum, well don’t ever say you’re sorry when you don’t mean it. Say nothing when you know it’s nothing that you’re screaming. It’s the point we came to miss….
That in books the ending happy happens later, in another place, with another idea to some other face, a hand that holds you just isn’t the same… as the meaningful one.
Explain in monotone, so I know that what we are saying is just the one thing and we’re alone, away from the cilia in the alleys comin to pick up sociality and repress it to rumor, written doom was at the bookstore when we last came through, I bought it. I read every page and I eat what they say like the best food. You’re never done with love until it says it’s done with you.
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The lines seem over lengthed. Perhaps shortening them and putting part of them below the other would make it easier to read and flow better to the reader.The complete sentences are left to run on and on this could be lack of punctuations.
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October 04, 2006
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this is an awesome poem. i especially love when you write “That in books the ending happy happens later, in another place, with another idea to some other face” that part just stuck in my head while i read this. and i also liked when you wrote “well don’t ever say you’re sorry when you don’t mean it. Say nothing when you know it’s nothing that you’re screaming. It’s the point we came to miss…” i really like that part too. overall this is a great poem and i love it. please keep writing. : )
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