I Am... My Sound

This is my poetry... raw, real sounds from my mind right onto paper. I don't promise entertainment all the way, I may often not make any sense but I hope someone enjoys it or can relate once in a while.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

who will not judge me?


No consolation, no comfort
No touch
No love

Only heaps of hot red blame
Blame
Blame
Blame
Posted by Iami at 12:39 AM
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Iami
I could never adequately describe the pulse running through my veins. There is a life within me that longs to share as much as I can with the ones who need it, however I may be able to provide it.
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