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 Crying heaven sent from above The death angels send you their love Shadows weaping along her breath breathing a frost blue, She knows who i... [read more] |
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Her eyes so blue, as if their frost The blue shows how cold, her mornful heart The blood whispering against her deadly lips Her hair so dar... [read more] |
 12 YEAR OLD BOY ON A TUESDAY MORNING He looked so sad as he walked.. a few minutes later .. there he was again.. walking with a 12 pack ..... [read more] |
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The pain gets worse Life is often a curse but when the pain is apart of you Your life seems so blue I cry tears of blood, none of water My... [read more] |
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The pain and the sorrow Waiting for him to come back tommorow I lost my best friend My heart will never mend If tears could build a stairway... [read more] |
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What is black and white and red all over? It used to be answered a newspaper (made of smashed squirrels and birds and trees) .. or an embarr... [read more] |
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Truth can not be deleted dilated or diluted. Truth is the sun.. always shining no matter how many clouds occlude. Truth needs no Madison A... [read more] |
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NO FENCES Neither birds nor wind nor sun nor Spirit can be barred by earthly fences nor can the heart against the Lord of Love, ever build... [read more] |
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RANDOM POEMS 38 -saiom shriver- WIND ARTIST Flipped by The zephyr's slivers eucalyptus leaves turn from green to silver She the wind has b... [read more] |
 "No matter what you say or do I may not ever forgive you for pain you caused along the way for all the prices I did pay for every time... [read more] |
 They once rode so proud They fought to defend their own They worked the land to feed their young Held their heads up h... [read more] |
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As I watch you pack your bags The tears fall down my cheek All the memories keep coming back Your smile Your laugh The way you ti... [read more] |
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I want to be yours I need to see you here I wish that I could give you all the things that you need When I look down to the places that I w... [read more] |
 I like to think it was Georgia red clay, That he picked up to mold in his hands. I know that he mixed in salt for the grit It would take to... [read more] |
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Music was playing, the sun was shining, I expected to have a great day. Then the air grew cool as the shadows came, As our old love song beg... [read more] |