Ever present.. Ever the day dream of an insatiable craving The heart weary and wrenched from the pain of want The mind consumed with impossible fantasys The torments of a thousand sleepless nights Trying to take heaven by storm Suffering hell within and without Groveling in the dirt like starving zombies Mindless wanderers in the earth Cursed children grasping for the wind Drifting forever in a fire called..Desire
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
I was hungry for a pizza and all the stores were closed. Lol.
Hi, cafetwo2010, ...weary and wrenched from the pain of want... Decidedly, from the want of toppings upon crust, one could be rendered so. The poet has managed to convey much with A fire called desire.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAApr 20, 2013
Ty rob.. A lil time can seem like forever.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAApr 20, 2013
Ty Lucy.. Remember dear, it takes fuel to feed a fire, and the maidens own all the gas stations. I plead the fifth.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAApr 20, 2013
Ty gnj.. You're much to subtle dear. That's illegal.
Comments (8)
Rob
Yard to figure this one out. I guess there is nothing
subtle about male chemistry. Foiled again!
...weary and wrenched from the pain of want... Decidedly, from the want of toppings upon crust, one could be rendered so. The poet has managed to convey much with A fire called desire.
the maidens own all the gas stations. I plead the fifth.