poetomachia

4 July 2008 at 8:53 am

exception

She pretends to be alive to the passion of it all
But inside she is black and coal
I’m lost in the rush to accomplish and goal
Meanwhile, there is dying within my soul

by MattWriks  

2 Comments

  1. Damn, nice portrayal of two shades of black, male and female. Did you hack into my computer and read today’s journal? I know, you have better things to do with your time.

    Yr pal,
    Sunsun

    Comment by Sunsun — 4 July 2008 @ 9:21 am

  2. Well, at least you have time for a journal. This is that angst of no time to be.

    Comment by MattWriks — 7 August 2008 @ 2:11 am

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