Unsatisfied

by David Wallace   Dec 4, 2006


Hungry 4 knowledge, Hungry 4 power, Hunger uneased.

You continually dissolve the same fruit day in and day out, buying into your superficial accessories that transformed into a soul eating disease.

Drowning in wretched tears engulfed in troublesome misery decorated by self pity that shifts emotions.

Now it's up 2 u 2 find peaceful ambiance within yourself and your life. How far are u willing 2 go to attain satisfaction?

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  • 17 years ago

    by Brittany Klein

    Hey this is kewl....i like i like

  • 17 years ago

    by LiL Ma

    This poem is realli good
    i dont knoe wut kinda fruits yu be dissolvin
    probably been deepthroatin that banana
    hahaha
    nah but yu do truly got skillz
    keep wit it