Clarence Williams

Rookie - 10 Points (May 19,1980 / Washington, D.C)

I Rank Last - Poem by Clarence Williams

Too sum up  how I feel into words can, come a cross as hatred! ! ! then  to feel the feeling of what I wanted and thought I had  was a fragment of my imagination! ! ! ! And  I  wished, really wished! ! ! existed, but never did! ! ! ! ! Then the light bulb comes on, and I'm faced at the cross rode with the truth,  with all your might you tried your best to suffocate and kill  what you so call liked about me, that docent exist really on thee inside of you! ! ! ! ! That one can't see is life, wanting to live, and choosing to love, because your afraid to allow your immature self to grow.  And you tried with the little strength that's left in your body to cause unnecessary      fights, where theirs need not to be always  wrong most of the time and you allow it  cross the finish line first. Over  analyzing shit in your head to get reaction out of the person whom you  secretly admire, but envied, and hate, and dislike, at the same dam time. But to me want to be bother with only when it your convince! ! ! !   Then say do you love me what? Because I feel thur your actions you don't love me because I realize  you don't know how to love me at all.   I can hear your  sprit and your heart breath misery, pain, and it feeds off of hurt,   abuse and  suffering.  then tears starts to fall   And my eyes  are open I can see for-real This time around in my sight  ! ! ! ! and my chest is open And my heart is broken because I'm left on a limb  alone! ! ! where I rank in your book last! ! ! I am the toy that's  placed in your arm reach  to grab only! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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  • Gold Star - 44,238 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/28/2013 9:13:00 PM)

    love is first, everything rest on love.thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 29, 2013


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