Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i threw that away
she said as another stare came
frozen like the snow
in his heart
chemicals
he cooked and fed
to the imbred
sitting in front of the tv
he is full of fleas
like a scratching dog
the bump on a log
i wanted so much more
than to be his whore
living with all vibes
has me ready to kick some real ass
his fear rolls out like carpet
every time my name comes up
i release the times you spoke of me
and i can still hear you
like ringing in my ears
the jewels you gave
i sent to the sea

I really liked this creativesoul, some great lines and imagery.

thanx- i appreciate that...
early morning in a house of dudes- interesting coffee--and conversations that i am a fly on the wall to- the barage of ides slammed into one cup of coffee is quite the picture--if ya know whati mean...chuckle snort=etc