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Post by thatguyoverthere on Aug 25, 2012 7:03:15 GMT -5
The distortion of punk Resides perpetually inside this ragged body Buzzes inside this wretched skin Vibrating the internal organs The familiar three chord riff Building into mild inspiration As the ridicules of the words In the mocking charisma of the voice, Heals the distressed.
Damnation! It pronounces the internal hatred With sublime effort to metamorphosize, Into subtle hope The feeling of shrewdness Yet proclaiming justice Strings don’t weep or whine It demands Words may sully This distortion of punk Will reside perpetually inside this ragged body
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Post by jacklawson on Aug 31, 2012 1:16:22 GMT -5
Well written you've got something here.
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Post by thatguyoverthere on Sept 3, 2012 8:24:09 GMT -5
Thanks....
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Post by bubblegum91 on Sept 4, 2012 8:49:24 GMT -5
*Applauds* I like it.
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Post by greenwriter on Sept 6, 2012 21:09:59 GMT -5
Good poem. Have you found a publisher yet?
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Post by thatguyoverthere on Sept 7, 2012 3:53:12 GMT -5
Nope. Could you give me a few suggestions?
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Post by greenwriter on Sept 7, 2012 17:08:41 GMT -5
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Post by thatguyoverthere on Sept 8, 2012 0:21:42 GMT -5
thanks a lot...
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