...Life's too short, why stress...


Worn Out Fabric

Attention tension, stand up and squeeze harder, make stress your point as I stress mine.
There is absolutely no time for you, you are a fabrication; Even make people go on vacation to escape your grip.
Ill let you know that there is nothing to it, or you.
Try your hardest to turn brown hairs gray...
Try to leave wrinkles and form kinks till my mind goes astray.
I'll just hold steadfast and strong...I know how weak you are, you can try your hardest but you don't belong.
You are nothing more than, angst and mind games.
Trying so hard to take plain frames and turn them into pictures.
Don't formulate a plot when you haven't even got a story
I am now done with you, you are nothing and you bore me.



Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-01-24 at 23:28

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An excellent flowing storyline here TNP, saying it like it is to difficult to say out loud for most!lol The boring final line is the one that brings it home to roost for moi! I hate being bored or boring....and your intro re stress and life is spot on too. Stress is the biggest killer in our society. Love the title. like an incompatible relationship it sure wears thin. Smiling at you, Tai
2007-01-25