My Poetry

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Each line is like cocaine

Somehow it helps my brain

To accept the intolerable

Even as it’s abominable

It pushes out toxins

By producing OxyContin

It’s only valuable when it leaks

Crying out for comforting peeks

It’s the only thing I can do

When the world is a stew

For what is a conversation?

But a constant flow

What does it change?

But the brightness of glow

As we constantly subdue the other

Perhaps we’re calling out mother…

But she’s in some other room

And she plugs her ears as we boom

 

 

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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