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- the boy, again, again at allpoetry
. - he lives in rarity at allpoetry
I read "A Porcupine Named Fluffy" today and it bought back memories of last summer. - bluebird, broken bluebird at allpoetry
The broken down smile, the broken down sky. / He smiles because it looks like rain again. / He had a dream last night about the graveyard, / the silent bedroom he now stands in, / about the grave with t - Frosts of July at allpoetry
There were songs about it, afterward. / They were built up to be masterpieces, but they were no more, / no more than the silence of the poster bedrooms / of the past - / silence that was stirred with ea - delicate fingers, but a heart is going thump-a-thump at allpoetry
I / You're half mad, they say. / You play piano because you're possessed, / and you speak to kindle love in all the losers in life. / But what we all were surprised at was that - tainted morning (or "the frog journey home to the sand-filled pond") at allpoetry
/ / / I / / / / / / / She never wanted to be there, stale and sitting on your mother's wall, / pressing flowers in her hand and lips between her teeth. / Some things weren't meant to be - whisper and rhyme at allpoetry
/ / / It wasn't an accident like you made us all believe. / You were hung like a fallen leave caught half-way down, / the back of your coat tugging on the rusting nail. / That was escape, that was therapy. / - Sometimes life graces us and our moments at allpoetry
. - Purple on silver, sweat and sick at allpoetry
. - Window. Window. Shatter. at allpoetry
. - Tyrannical poundings on your sun-stroke face at allpoetry
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