The Opposite Was True

The Opposite Was True

A Poem by The Twin Arenas

the fewtch

Smells of smoke
as electric we
can live

The problem is that
we are too
verynice people


Time, buddy.

© 2015 The Twin Arenas

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Sometimes nice isnot what someone wants at that stage in their life.

Posted 9 Months Ago

sometimes being very nice people can be a bad thing, when it hurts you to be nice, and that can happen, I wonder about this one, it makes me wonder what two very nice people could or would do if they were a little less nice next time.

Posted 2 Years Ago

The Twin Arenas

2 Years Ago

Yeah, this is one of the weirdest things I've wrote, I think. Based on phones, mainly. And nicenes.. read more
Nicely put together I enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing!

Posted 3 Years Ago

At first I though verynice was a new word that I didn't know, lol
Amazing piece

Posted 3 Years Ago

I never felt that way about anyone
not once

Posted 3 Years Ago

The Twin Arenas

3 Years Ago

you're lucky. thanks for the read.
Maybe in the next life, buddy!

Posted 3 Years Ago

Very original and though full :) Even smoke has different sources.....

Posted 3 Years Ago

Cooking end up pretty bland when nobody want to start a fire.

Posted 3 Years Ago

The Twin Arenas

3 Years Ago

bah, this was lazy shite. I hate reading good ideas executed poorly. this is that.
Cory Barrett

3 Years Ago

i have a f**k ton of those
Interesting! Lines maybe not to be crossed...intriguing piece...

Posted 3 Years Ago

Very experimental writing. :) Rudi

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Added on June 20, 2015
Last Updated on June 20, 2015


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