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KitaRaizal Nov 2013
This Is Whats Inside
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This Is The Story Of The Wild Animal Within
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Her Name Is Fox
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She Is A Beautifully Stunning, Cunning, Passionate, Courageous Animal
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She Stands Tall, Her Head Held High, Not A Care In The World
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She Would Trot Along On A Stormy Winter Night, Stopping To Lift Her Tiny Muzzle To The Air
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Close Her Bright Blue Eyes, And Feel The Small Snow Flakes Land On Her Soft Fur
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She Smiles In Only A Way A Fox Can
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Enjoying The Feeling, The Bitter Biting Of The Cold Snow Beneath Her Paws, Her Frosty Little Black Nose
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Opening Her Eyes, She Takes In The Beautiful Land Scape In Front Of Her*
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Tall Pine Tree's Layered In Sheets Of Soft Fluffy Snow, The Ground Sparkling As If It Were Glitter
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The Dark Storm Clouds, Some How Beautiful In Their Own Way, Only There's A Small Gape in The Clouds
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Soft Beams From The Moon land On Her, Making Her Loominate In The Night
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Her Cherry Red Fur Looks As If It Were On Fire, Her Bright Blue Eyes Almost As Bright As The Sky's
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Again She Smiles And Trots Off


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Summer Skye
GreenTrees May 2017
In the dry cracked walls
Behind the dry rot
Below the slithering bellies

Where the earth turns death into life.

Soothed by the warmth of decay.

Tendrils of sorrow reaching deeper

Into that place in side my soul that has died

Where I silently scream breathlessly.

Time has stopped and the hands of time cover her face
Timidly peering out,
To one day see the sun again
Cné Jan 4
silence and darkness
an old friend I know too well
an unwelcomed guest
Jack Chicago Apr 2015
there's bars on the sky
razor wire around the moon
each star under lock and key

every eruption of laughter
seems forced
running from something
toward nothing

i can see my shadow
on the other side
of the fence
dancing in freedom
he waves hello
as i wave goodbye

"RUN"
i tell him
"YOU CAN MAKE IT"!
still he follows me across the yard
and back inside...
I wrote this at the beginning of a jail sentence. My shadow was free. If only...
Shofi Ahmed Jul 14
Mortal earth is a shadow
nothing lasts here evermore.
The inside is a complete hollow.
Everyone takes a turn sway not
360-degree it’s a flute!
fearfulpoet Aug 26
school starts soon
smoking joints on the weekday afternoon

in a sidelined shady
freight car, property of
Norfolk Southern

debating if this car will be
northbound or southbound
and master-bating our fantasy
where we want to be taken

knowing full well maybe one of us -
(and they all looking at me)

will get out of this car and live to
see foreign places without having to
return in a body bag

we argue lazy who should go get the beer,
collect the quarters and sweaty dollar bills
and **** if I am  not reappointed
leader of the beer fetching

besides it’s my
tan lab panting needing water so it’s my
responsibility and the nasty liquor store owner don’t hate me that much as the others so he’ll sell me beer without too much **** talk (some for sure)

asking where I’m laying low on a **** hot day like this one

tell him i’m getting on a train getting out of this two bit town which makes him reminisce and ask which direction

could be northbound could be southbound
**** could be west
but for sure won’t be
going eastbound

cause I seen the Atlantic and didn’t like it

too **** big and too **** cold,
too **** mean
Abdullah Ayyash Mar 2017
Maybe it's just because I'm bleeding inside
Or it's because I'm no body and cannot be found
Or it's the bad luck that is always by my side
Or it's the wound that hurts and won't subside
Or it's the skies that never rain nor have a cloud
Or it's my green fields that I love but never find
Or maybe it's just who I am, a man with no pride
© Copyright
Abdullah Ayyash
March 3rd, 2017
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