Poet In The Jar Diaries: Morning Old Hate

Tuesday, December 16

Morning Old Hate

I wake up.
I'm late.
I don't want to go.
Feels like I already lost the show.
I wake up.
I'm full of hate.
I want to stay.
Feels like it's too much.
That I've gone astray.
I wake up.
I can't wait.
Pull that cover again over my head,
give a sigh and a snooze,
and stay in bed.

3 comments:

AyanDecember 18, 2008 at 8:55 AM
WOW!! Amazing one here, its just brilliant..

"I don't want to go.
Feels like I already lost the show."

:o

OMFG !!
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Poet In The JarDecember 18, 2008 at 11:46 AM
Thanks Ayan! Wow glad you like those lines. I thought they sounded bit cliche myself. :D
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AlevDecember 21, 2008 at 2:16 PM
Brilliant! <3
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My world is like a glass jar that isolates me from the rest of the world, and the glass is the cover that life has placed on my eyes. Inside it I am the poet who hasn't decided whether the lid should be opened or closed - if reality should be welcomed inside, or if madness should be let out.

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