Adam Bateman


Growing Still - Poem by Adam Bateman

Hello to the hell of life,
hello mother...use that knife.
Cut the cord to the past,
help hate...to always last.
Beat forward with desire,
fuel flame...to passions fire.
Now that all has fallen short,
remain alone...without cohort.
why try when it will fail,
runaway train...soon derail.
Continue on without hope,
slip back...down unending slope.

Goodbye future now is time,
goodbye father...cowards crime.
Never thought it would last,
genetic finger...from the past.
Pointing always to the seed,
forever growing...evil weed.


Comments about Growing Still by Adam Bateman

  • (5/9/2006 7:02:00 PM)


    Expressive hate without pounding words. The pauses give it character. Nice write. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/9/2006 6:30:00 PM)


    infested from the seed. good, passionate write, Adam- brimmed to the edge with hate- was that what you were going for? i'm not a fan of the....<- dotsdotsdots, i think thats just lame fashion. but keep writing, ill be reading, Sus. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 9, 2006



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