Conflict

by disorientated   Oct 23, 2005


When the pawn hits the conflicts, he thinks like a king, what he knows throws the blows when he goes into the ring. There's nobody to batter when your mind is your might, so when you go solo, you hold your own hand and remember that depth is the greatest of heights, and if you know where you stand, then you'll know where to land, and if you fall, it won't matter cuz you know that you're right.

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  • 18 years ago

    by music is my medication

    I like it. :)

  • 18 years ago

    by mesolithic

    Great flow going on with that man, great poem.

  • 18 years ago

    by SammiBABY

    Firstly i love your name "Disorientated" because it's the name of a song by my idol, so is "a little too late". This poem is good, really honest and i really love it.

    much love,
    Sammi x