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White Blank Canvas
Thoughts Flooded With Void
An Empty Madness
Drained And Annoyed

Lost For Creation
Searching, Searching
**** This Frustration
Where Are You Hiding

Please End This Game
You Win, Come Out
Arc Up, Take Aim
Let The World Hear Your Shout
How I feel when my imagination shuts down. :|
 Mar 2014 samantha neal
Kareena
If you be the flower
I am the bee
Drawn to your delightful mystery
I
The Boy
A child of broken whiskey bottles
and stained old carpet
built hastily, with scraps of stolen innocence
Porcelain in overalls,
with full harvest moon eyes.

II
Father
He had distant star eyes,
always looking for things far away
and when he found them,
doused them in *****
and set them ablaze, watching as they burned
in his saw mill hands.

III
Aunt
She was a war of a woman.
Embraced him with her entrenching arms,
a cloud of mustard gas perfume
rising from her breastworks,
into her flaming hair.

IV
Mother
Mother was a whispered name in grey stone,
a grey photograph on the brown mantel,
with perfect skin and dull eyes,
he'd seen her ghost at the piano one night.

V
Uncle
He had ****** hands
that he shoved into his pockets
when he put his cleaver down for the night.
He always offered crimson quarters
that bought red striped candies.
An experiment....
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