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Mar 2012 · 405
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
it will

come

as a bit of a shock

i know

but

out of your ****

the sun

does
not
glow


you

can labour

the
point

till i

get up and go

but

arguing

never

made anything

so.......
Mar 2012 · 1.1k
prince frog
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
prince of

my dreams

in life
a frog

you really are

a
bane

the prince

a
frog

like other frogs

all

the
bleeding
same
Mar 2012 · 278
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
he
fell

in love

of that
i'm sure

but

with

himself!

i'm out the door
Mar 2012 · 298
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
you

whittled away so much of

me

to get

the shape you wanted

now cry

at the pieces

cast
down
on

the floor

you

got what you wanted not less but


“ more ”
can never title a piece of writing somehow it doesnt seem to fit what i write whatever that is ;o)
Mar 2012 · 445
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
oh infinity!

you sneaky *****


cold

as the stars


warm as the sun
Mar 2012 · 342
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
dawn

no longer rescues

me and the full moon

mock
a sleepless night shared with a whey faced moon...
Mar 2012 · 300
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
she spends her life painting

out her existance

on
fake
faces
Mar 2012 · 823
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
infinities eyesight

given to

the

hunch
back

the infirm

and

the
really
quite

                                  ­                                 insane
Mar 2012 · 269
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
everything looks washed

battered

hung out to dry

rain

falls

from a sour sky
Mar 2012 · 285
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
mist rising in the valley

grey  g a u z e

pierced by dark green
Mar 2012 · 394
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
when i walk a coastal cliff

face i want to wedge into

the eye socket gaze

out to sea forever

become
weathered

like the rock
Mar 2012 · 393
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
summer heat

sparse lawns

unhappy looking

flowers end
Mar 2012 · 383
Untitled
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
ragged clouds race

fleeing the storm they bring

lightening shimmers

distant thunder cracks

dollar sized drops smack

cement wet smells
an early evening summer storm watched over country valley views evoked this poem
any comments welcome
Mar 2012 · 322
this us
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
i am giving up desire

to break us

out
of
madness

we will run through its halls

like children

watched over
by

ourselves
any comments welcome

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