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The Words of Warning
"While the paint is still wet," they said
"While the canvas is pristine and white
the mind is pregnant with the need:
to be lived out
and cut deep
and worn smooth
and put to sleep
and woken rough
and made to pay
and sculpted well
and blown away
the colours of your blood, sweat, and tears
are meant to be hurled at the world easel
with a final despairing cry for withered youth
sucked down the hourglass
only the memory snatched to stay behind."
hey toots, i thought i'd look you up on here and was surprised to see all new stuff. all of it is REALLY good, i wasnt gonna comment on every one though, cause that would take years, but you seem...wittier...for lack of a better word. i like all of your new stuff, its Excellent.
stephen,looks like i got my friend brit readin your awesome stuff!i love this one!! this is what im always trying to portray in my poems,and you did it perfectly.i cant wait to read more new stuff,come visit me again soon ,check out my friend brittany too, shes really good!
~joy~*Guinevere~*
omg this is SO awesome!! i really love it. you've gotta keep writing or i'll kill you! lol jp. =)
brittany~