April 2011
33 posts
a diary of talentless poems
17 March 00:21
reading someone’s Diary
A miricle: here the cheers
and the BIG BRASS band
An untangable thought, scribbled in precion hand
regularity, symmetry…irony
Personality and quality in tone,
each expressed with false fluidity
.Juxtapose the life you live and spell out all your dreams
Think of things that never were and never could have been
doubt and judge and...
music
Listening to the music created in my mindall the simple things are intertwined
Betrayal, confusion and the truth.
I can udnersnatd you, most of the tmie and it’s wired. But you’ve hrut me now Haveen olny Konws why you do tinhgs lkie taht, paliyng all tehse gmaes and msesnig wtih my mnid I wnat you to konw taht I dindt do waht you siad I did all yuor rilddes and leis one day wnot cuont and if you crary on no-one will crae for yuor cmolpiactonis. I hpoe you are raednig wtih your mnid and eeys but...
I found an old poem I wrote called LIAR
Liar
Posted on October 1, 2006 by hanamunirah
You can say what you want, but it won’t mean a thing.
Keep crying through the pain to breathe.
The upstream struggle to exist?
You’re Poinlessly-Pathetic.
I can’t believe you.
Shaking your head like you’re on some weird speed.
This is IT, ALL, this is life! not a dream.
In your illuminated hallucination,
You will fall to the concreted...
fml
what the hell am I doing?
What am I supposed to do about you?
I’m not even sure I have anything to say to you that’s not just doing more damage than good. You clearly don’t care. So what’s with being poite. Why do I laugh at the things you say, why do I hope you’re actually listening? Why do I wish you could see what you’ve done?
You’re such an idiot.
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