PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Live me, breathe me, feel the rush of anxiety pass through my veins.



Taste the bittersweet taste of painful pain, leaving my emotional taste buds drained.



Lick my wounds to a patable tune and serve me supper of a light blue moon.



Enlighted minds enchanted with said doom, sooner than you think or longer than you presume.



I died already, now seeking reincarnation...



From measures that measure up to spiritual inspiration



01-26-05



Iinna