some days are dark despite the sun
some loves are lost before they're won
but still we stumble on...
and on...
i used to feel i had all the answers
answers that satisfied me, held me up
now i stumble through the vapour
and wonder when did everything become
intangible
i hold myself up for you, beautiful,
but still i fight the darkness inside
that wants me to be one of those artists who
live alone with their bottles and canvasses
creating one spark before they burn out
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
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3 comments:
That first couplet is like "wow." I mean, the whole poem is great, but those first to lines hooked me in.
and wonder when did everything become intangible
I echo shenry in the stark beauty of this.
don't give in. the bottle and canvass gig ain't all its cracked up to be.
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