11:43 p.m.

11:43 p.m.

A Poem by Rayree Parker

Two thirds but more like half sure of himself he is realizing why...obsessing alone with in his own mind .. Knowing all well that a mality that's fed makes a loving poem for dead...sludge and cobwebs coat the ceiling his souls reflection inside the window -whispering hopelessly praying for truth something about time & free ? He falls to his knees humbly listing to his souls final pled ....

© 2013 Rayree Parker


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Interesting. I wished this poem flowed better but i liked the words and content here.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Rayree Parker

10 Years Ago

thanks man i truly appreciate your input...! i agree with ya kind of choppy in the middle.. this o.. read more

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Added on September 24, 2013
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Rayree Parker
Rayree Parker

the coast that shall not be named.... , CA



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I watch the world and it seems to flow out on to paper without a choice ... And yes..,it may or may not could have been bout u if it sounds familiar maybe our paths met ?even just for a second? .. I w.. more..

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