blind

 

 

~~~

 

we all reach a point 

where the pain of life 

plucks our eyeballs out

of their sockets.

 

it leaves gaping holes

of blackness

that we allow to heal,

and use to grow 

new eyes in our hearts.

 

or,

 

we learn to hate,

and be in denial 

that hating anyone,

is truly the same as hating 

ourselves.

 

 

~~~

 

 

 

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very king lear, very

very king lear, very profound! yes Im going to take that hate and resentment and fling it away! please duck! great piece! loved it! hugss


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O my god! I just read the

O my god! I just read the synopsis on wikipedia. What a tragedy and bunch of drama!! Jeez Louise!!

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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King Lear.... ? Oh, I don't

King Lear.... ? Oh, I don't read much. I'll have look him up.

Thanks for reading, Ssmoothest. Maybe...not so smooth today... that's ok, I love your ranting and resentment to. At least your human side shows a little... lol. ;-)

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "