FEED THE TROLLA Poem by Brian Kraklau
the air in the room is so still, the day has just begun, as the canvas in the sky fades from darkness to a new light, perhaps this day will bring promising actions, where the taste of this bitter cigarette lingers on my wool jacket, and just like a locomotive streaming its steam in the air as i make forward towards the sunrise.
why wait, each second ticks and yet you worry so much about the little details, when danger hides inside these obscurities, you kick, you raise your voice, scream SCREAM DAMN IT! you see, i can be just like you, did i reach any points in your mind? no, you have no emotion, as you sit and boast your greatness around the room, i sit here and pour out the life from within and through out, keep in mind you're in it, be careful, for you will be remembered as an a*s if such a thing be your choice you see, i can be just like you.
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8 Reviews Added on February 25, 2011 Last Updated on February 25, 2011 AuthorBrian KraklauLas Vegas, NVAboutjust another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..Writing
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