The Uphill Down Spiral of Poetry
poetry is like a faceless canvas inside the mind’s eye of a poet
forever flowing up the walls of a dry waterfall,
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The Uphill Down Spiral of Poetry
poetry is like a faceless canvas inside the mind’s eye of a poet
forever flowing up the walls of a dry waterfall,
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R.oad maps to the thoughts that he, we, me must flee
I.nside a gift shop of voices with refunds of regret
P.aper prints receipts of transactional disrespect
but those inside…. her, she, we, they, and them
sits high on the cage of clouds.
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R.oad maps to the thoughts that he, we, me must flee
I.nside a gift shop of voices with refunds of regret
P.aper prints receipts of transactional disrespect
but those inside…. her, she, we, they, and them
sits high on the cage of clouds.
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maybe mirrors do reflect shattered lies from broken souls
as shards of glass cut gray rivers of despair
the whispers from red swamps catch fire with the rising of a mare.
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maybe mirrors do reflect shattered lies from broken souls
as shards of glass cut gray rivers of despair
the whispers from red swamps catch fire with the rising of a mare.
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Sitting, standing, or laying down under the big oak tree is where it all goes down. All the finest lies of some sort gets told here. Old souls get refurbished under the shades of leaves that desperately wait for the next words.... literarystriptease.blogspot.com
Sitting, standing, or laying down under the big oak tree is where it all goes down. All the finest lies of some sort gets told here. Old souls get refurbished under the shades of leaves that desperately wait for the next words.... literarystriptease.blogspot.com
high as the kite...nah y'all not tonight, if you did decide on a slice then the knife you must wife
Alabama oil in a foil, bet that shit won’t even spoil
mashing on the gas doing the dash, petal to the metal......
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high as the kite...nah y'all not tonight, if you did decide on a slice then the knife you must wife
Alabama oil in a foil, bet that shit won’t even spoil
mashing on the gas doing the dash, petal to the metal......
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As the night bird clutches the necks of whiskey worms, the early bird is left with the remains of memories that intoxicated the morning. Wiggling thoughts sober the wings; giggling cries alert the skies.
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As the night bird clutches the necks of whiskey worms, the early bird is left with the remains of memories that intoxicated the morning. Wiggling thoughts sober the wings; giggling cries alert the skies.
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