
a collection of several poems that were written... no titles because, um, they're not related in any way
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Horror - Words: 350 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 03-08-05 - id: 1853870
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What I did instead of homework…
Little wood cabin
Hot tin roof
Don't touch
It'll burn
It'll splinter!
While the hard work is appreciated
The pain cannot be endured
By happy, bouncing toddlers
Who cry when they fall down?
Though they don't have very far to go…
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Capture your soul
In my antique jar
Sell it on e-bay…
Who will the highest bidder be?
Gouge out your eyes
So that you can't see
And I'll walk around going
"Look at me!"
Soulless and eyeless would you be
And maybe I'd cry,
But you can't, you see?
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Colors overwhelm me
Red, blue, yellow, green
Constantly rearranging
Forming pictures that appeal to me
Triangles and squares
Form stars and patterns
All through a complex series
Of things you aren't allowed to see
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What to say
What to write…
I fear that I cannot win this fight
My brain will not see
The way I want things to be…
Sure it's burning,
Nearly burnt,
With keepsakes and memories still locked inside
It consumed everything so quickly
Could barely get out of the room
Through the door, no the window…
Neither is there anymore
Surely there'll be others
Other homes, other photos
But something deep inside me says
That I'd rather have my parents
And give up all the rest.
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One last whore
Out the door
Window shade
Diamond or spade?
Shut them all
stupid cat call
Lock it tight
And bad dreams just might
Come in the one ear
Make you hear…
Then go out the other side
Good thing there's no brain to hide inside
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Isn't it funny?
How one day you're rich with money
Then go and have a shopping spree
Where absolutely nothing is buy one get one free?
And out it goes,
All the money… do you suppose,
That it could come back?
Maybe in a stock market blitz attack…
Then WHAM! It's there
And without a care,
You go off and repeat
That same thing that lead to feelings of defeat?
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