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Mom;“Mom!” / The creaks of the old metal bed frame pierce in the silent night from across the house. / “Mom!”
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May 19, 2014
Knock KnockI am sick of writing sad poems. / I want to write a happy poem. / My only problem is,
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Mar 27, 2014
christmas poemWhen I was a little kid, / I was afraid of Santa. / Of course I believed in him, what kid wouldn’t.
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Dec 19, 2013
MonstersWhen I was little, / if I were scared, / I would crawl into my mothers bed to fall asleep,
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Nov 12, 2013
From teardrops to glass bullets;A sadness overcome by / A simple thought of a bright light. / The slight imagination of an illuminated orb
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Nov 11, 2013
war on depression;Volcanoes erupt on both sides of my skull / Simultaneously spewing out lava, / it creates permanent craters in the mountainside created by flesh and bone,
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Oct 2, 2013
a cold autumns nightA cold autumns night. / Trains and coyotes whine in the midst of dead silence. / Thoughts strewn about like leaves on the front lawn,
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Sep 24, 2013
9/11 tributeUnderneath crumbling castles lays a kingdom of broken glass and broken souls. A kingdom declaring war with an empire disguised as a village. The kingdoms loss has grown since their initial declaration, after the loss of 3000 townsmen, women and children. At war across the blue and the white there is no shortage of red. No shortage of shed tears. No shortage of lost limbs and lost families not knowing what to do because the plague has taken their husbands and wives and ****** them into a war that was only supposed to last a month. 12 years later, the plague has spread and our patience spread thin and we have an urge to be the worlds kings and sentence those who don't agree with the crown to death. The kings changing over the years and the throne passed along. But we won't forget those princes and princesses who never got saved from the towers.
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Sep 11, 2013
WartimeDriving down a small country road. / The year is 1946, / Brand new truck,
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Aug 2, 2013
Mother Nature's prankHow many tears does is take to make a river? / It takes a lifetime of depression and desperation for someone to give a **** / It takes a broken home and broken hearts and broken spirits.
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Jun 6, 2013
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