#1


i have a job in the city and
when i walk home
to my dead residential
semi-detatched
real world self
i have the rain on my back
and a girl on my back
and a boss on my back who
lays me on my back and fucks me and
deadlines on my back -
i lay on my back and miss them like
morning trains
open fields
like troubles washed away and
disappearing
down the storm drain
i try and equate happiness to
family life
watch the clouds outside moving on and
try to guess where they're going
and where they came from
i watch the clouds inside
lingering and
don't try to guess where they came from
it doesn't seem worth the bother.




love is a dog from hell.



#3
Quote by Jammydude44
is that title an acronym?



err, no. what would it be an acronym for?




love is a dog from hell.



#4
Oh. There's a wendy cope poem called Tump (typicaly useless male poet) and I thought you were playing on that, lol.

I will come back and crit, when I'm online again. I'll edit it in.
#5
favorite thing i've read in a long time. out of every book, poem, newspaper, and email offering me sexual enhancement pills...your piece wins.
Quote by ottoavist

i suppose there's a chance
i'm just a litte too shallow to consider
that maybe i've been a little more eager
each day to wake up and take a shower
brush my teeth and smile for the mirror
Last edited by freshtunes at Aug 21, 2008,
#6
this was beautiful man.
There's a road that leads to the end of all suffering. You should take it.


- Jericho Caine


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#8
Quote by SeeEmilyPlay
different...



no, they are all the same. that's the problem




love is a dog from hell.