Broken Amplifier Poem by Invalid Files

Broken Amplifier



Hey, come,
Here, sit down
Chat with me.

So, you see this wall?
This wall, camouflaged by excuses,
Painted from both sides,
Painted to fit just right,
Filled with reasons to not say hi,
Reasons! Reasons! Reasons!

What a pitiful affection this has come down to!

Now, here me out,
Let me get my amplifier,
And let me tell you,
Re-position you correctly
Where you should belong
In my heart

You are
My mirror image,
My fate,
My rival,
My friend,
My lover,
My enemy,
My reason
to be alive,

Hah!
This is the 100th time,

Yet how come you won't even
Spare a glance
At my tear stained smile?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tyease Collins 10 October 2011

*speechless* Amazing.

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Stefanie Fontker 06 October 2011

Indifference covers ugliness. The wicked don't bleed the same blood as the just, and the non-existent are incapable of bleeding.

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