Silicon Clones
Silicon clones
With few flesh and bones
With monotone drones
In Valley Girl tones
Nothing new or original
About any "individual"
The magazines have gone out of control
Selling bodies and buying souls
Where is the intellectual girl next door
I went and only found a tease and a whore
Sex is liberated so is the body but love doesn't live anymore
Physical sensations in overdrive but all is mentally a bore
Mind And Body
The mind thinks best
When the body's at rest
Stuck In A Relationship
Stuck in a relationship that doesn't exist
I know it never will but still I persist
I hold on to the hope that you will love me
I can't set my heart free
Saturday, February 7, 2009
32nd Post of Poetry (Scrathing the epidermis)
Labels:
identity,
poetry,
relaxtion,
society,
unrequited love
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