A lifetime of memories
Created in me
A stockpile of guilt
Lives in me
Never missing a single beat
I walk in step with my past
Always allowing it to defeat
A mask of darkness
Shown to me
A taste of hatred
Given to me
Quick to slice my broken skin
I dissect what could have been
Slow to let the healing begin
A book of matches
Held by me
A piece of history
Lit by me
New choices replace the blame
I wait for nothing to remain
Old regret going up in flames
















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Kick that old regret habit!!
Great verse!
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mari
A man's home is his castle.....let him clean it........anon
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A book of matches
Held by me
A piece of history
Lit by me
You better be treating yourself good or I'll kick your butt.
JK, seriously I hope you are well, seems like you are making good progress in healing. Just keep on letting it out despite what the critics say.
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I'm gone, am somewhere else now.
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-IcyGriffon
She's making a comeback - YAY!!!!!!! - good poem too
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We are the poeple our parents warned us about
Nothing pisses non-conformists off more than other non-conformists who refuse to conform to the rules of non-conformity.
When Life gets you down,
Stand up.
Look him in the eyes.
And knee the sucker in
uick to slice my broken skin
I dissect what could have been
are somehow brilliant.
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"To write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write."
--Gertrude Stein
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