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This Little Glass Pipe
When we are left to our own demise with our own device, with one little piece of Glasswe all bust our Ass! We lie we steal and we cheat, just to end up suffering in our Own games of deceit! We worry and we stress over bullshit that's pointless, while holding on to a Hope that one day soon this addiction will be taken from us! So we sit and we struggle with this one little Glass Vice, fighting a war with our Spirit between God and the devil! Praying the next time doesn't end up taking our Life!!
By Tiffany Baker8 years ago in Poets
The Wait
It is not what we consider as a tentative state, when we look into the matter, which requires waiting. Some of us, who have experienced life with worn out slippers, know this inevitable phase profoundly and well. We happen to meet a bunch of people on the other side of the fence, accustomed to their influences, connections, networks, privileges, who try to opine their road map as similar to us. But then considerable and countable few "of us," still linger in the waiting room. Often perplexed by the fast forward pace of the fenced out people demonstrating their smart moves. Fenced out, because they hardly would shuffle back towards the bridge mood, being Busy with their Hot Soup gulped with forks.
By Suvadeep Das8 years ago in Poets
