I can't help that darkness consumes me
It's a feeling I feel most of the time
My world is a cold unforgiving place
Last in a one man race
Never ending headaches
A car going 100 miles per hour with no breaks
I can't remember what life was like before the darkness came
Where are my timeouts in this unfair game?
When does my season end?
So the new one can begin
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Anonymous said...
Hola Bammita! Felize Memorial Day to you! I stopped into work briefly for a personal project and lo and behold I discover your new spot. I really like what you've done with the place.
Beautiful words, my friend. I love the way you express yourself and I love that you have such a sense of introspection. It will serve you greatly if you allow it. Thank you for sharing!
May 26, 2008 at 10:11 AM
Anonymous said...
A car going 100 miles per hour with no breaks
^^^When I first read that line I thought that you misspelled brakes, but then I re-read it and you get a completely different, but completely relevant meaning with either spelling. I don't know if it was intentional but great work nonetheless!
May 26, 2008 at 10:15 AM
Bahama said...
thanks Onan!!!
Happy Memorial day to you to!
May 26, 2008 at 11:34 AM
Anonymous said...
Bammy, I love your poems. You got it, girl!
I've always wished that I could write poetry, but that talent passed me by.
Looking forward to more of your work.
Happy Memorial Day! (Er...do people say that?)
May 26, 2008 at 12:39 PM
Jay Midnyte said...
Oooo I likes me some poems...
how often are you gonna post here?
May 26, 2008 at 2:41 PM
Bahama said...
thanks D and J...i'll try and post stuff here every other day or so..iono
May 26, 2008 at 4:34 PM
Anonymous said...
wow......i feel tears stinging my eyes, thugs DO NOT cry lol bammy you touching me....
May 27, 2008 at 9:30 AM