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"sonetimes" poems
once upon a clock my house was but a pile of cards dealt badly to me or so i thought but as time rolled by riding a mossless rock i was inclined to think i could rebuild my deck using a straighter arrow and some crazy glue and make a cosy nook to theorize and dissertate on the new and better portion, for to sit on my plate. for as the wind blows it can bring fortunate things of gilded dust and dedelian wings. sonetimes it is the choice that matters. and somtimes it is ok to just sit on the dock and watch it all blow away but don't watch kettkes.for they are just introvert and shy... now the toaster however is a pop up kinda guy. ok so now this garden path is leading somewhere a tad weird down past the zen all calm and white mountains to the quirky and a little bezerky secret garden wall and locked where all the gnomes have ned kelly beards, and the lions are dandy and a titch randy. the dragon snaps are snippity and the roses are just **** posers and the camelia's would **** for a good cup of tea. but enough of the garden tour, we needs must be giving attention to the matter at hand tho sleight as it be we have a house of cards to rebuild
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
ramblings of an overtired mind#7
it's past midnight and my thoughts is just fuzz, lintballs and cotton candy rolling around like tumble weeds across a vast and barren plain that purports to a working brain. i am so very far beyond myself that i am forgetting who i am....why... it is grant writing season and i have used my quota of words ... so just visualize something wonderful, off to the west over there.. while i sleep over under this tree here.... and if i am quiet enough, maybe i will come back, to me. then the carniva, will begin again tommorrow... sonetimes real life is such a grind...
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
beyond myself
For my first poem ill start with a welcome. You have now entered my world now step back listen to the storys of a young boy from baytown where hes from. I like to write mostly about life, and how sonetimes it makes u wanna **** yourself with a knife. Everyone can is welcome here, you dont need to fear, for im not god im just like anyone on here. -Arnulfo garza
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
first poem