Everything I could never Tell You by Imitating Art This is a poem filled with words This is a poem filled with both lo The truth is I really did love yo You were always late and unreliabl You weren’t better than me and tha 2
Sweet, Sweet Child by Imitating Art Hiding away so small and wild I hold in my hands a starving chil I feed her and nurse her and pray And in my arms her heartbeat start A baby so gentle with gleaming gre 3
Restabilitized by Imitating Art I’m breaking out of this illusion You always lead me on then kick me And then you act like its nothing You make me feel crazy like I’m m But how could I be crazy? After a
Ink by Imitating Art Silence suffocates me My mind won’t shut up And it’s all I can see These thoughts pass through Like lighting in my veins 3 3
Ambulance Anonymous by Imitating Art Look at the dancing lights and won remember me? After all the fights, all the tear Look at the dancing lights and won sing to me? 1 2
Groupie Life by Imitating Art One last thought before I hit the I just can’t stay here I hope you This life isn’t for me I’m becoming a groupie I’d rather be found under a palm t
Ex by Imitating Art You told me you hate your ex becau She drank too much And she’d go out And she would blow your friends While hitting the bong
August 8th 2014 by Imitating Art People like to say what happened t But the truth is they just don’t k It happened to me– or I caused it But I’m still not quite sure if I I think I knew when it occurred,
LT by Imitating Art A man looked at me and asked me fo What good would this knowledge do I glared at him and he seemed to t My darling face and piercing eyes, Curls rolled down my blush red che
Honesty by Imitating Art Honesty is an easy word to define We have known the meaning since ki So why can we not find it? Everywhere I look all I can see Is more and more people deceiving 1
Parker Jennings
over 3 yearsHmm, I imagine this poem being talked towards a corpse. Laid out in an open casket. Really not sure what to make of the twelve toes line...perhaps perception of the person is faulty? This poem made me sit down and think for a good couple minutes