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Ok so i kinda missed yesterday, oops good start eh?

The grey uncarved pillars of my life,
Have become cracked and broken with time,
Time spend waiting, Time alone,
Wasted hours, turning to wasted days
And the ever passing sands that choke the life from me.

These cracked pillars
These aging hands,
And a face that tells a story.

This is my Life.

Ok here goes I'm aiming to write one poem every day as a practice excercise. Thats 10 mins a day and this is where its gonna be.


A silent glance in a crowded room
As the threat of forever gently looms
Acidic words like gentle solitude
As I am left alone.
I feel the walls close in, but you move away,
Sometimes I just want to end it all today
Call a halt to the games we play
and the way that I feel
When I cant hold you in my arms.

I hate having you but not the way I need,
I know love is not about my selfish greed,
So please forgive me.

I want a Bastard to read my poems and tell me whats wrong cause I don't like what I'm writting but I donno know what to change or how to do it!! Help me.

COMMENT AND BE CRITICAL!!
is it too much to ask??Your either on the bus or your off the bus.

It's not fair the summer is comming to an end so quickly, and once schol starts back everything goes downhill, and just to make it worse Allie is going away to Cork for most of it, and when she's not in Cork she's in work. It's just not fair, I know it's no her fault but damn it's pissing me off. Oh well nothing i can do about it but sit back and wait until she's gets a free minute.

:: Sigh ::





Your either on the bus or your off the bus.