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Stuff / It’s in the air, / under a seat / Watching / like ants / june bugs / batty children- / it’s there. / In the corners / hides like a
by CookieZeal
35 lines, 7 comments,
on May 18 10:14 AM 2007
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Contrary is on board / the ship of discontent / no luggage to return / from where it ever went / / Spirit ever hovers / on this trip to Oz
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If it weren’t for the young / whose eyes can see / someone whose grateful / for a comment from me / / Or someone whose day isn’t / going t
by CookieZeal
23 lines, 8 comments,
on May 7 1:28 PM 2007
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Oh, my head swims you / / even as night lays me to rest / there’s a drowning silence / a prayer, a wish- stained sigh. / / that maybe w
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I’m your first infatuation
most recent indecision
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Let’s tilt our faces upward
Open skies with our arms
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Kandleben, your eyes watch the bent and shredded tree
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You are suspense provoking my will
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Wave goodbye to wife and kids Faring men to ocean grids;
by CookieZeal
25 lines, 5 comments,
on Mar 18 1:57 PM 2007
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In that field
was autumn of ‘65;
by CookieZeal
31 lines, 10 comments,
on Mar 16 11:31 AM 2007
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It feels so good when it comes- The rain of sigh,
by CookieZeal
13 lines, 13 comments,
on Feb 14 3:08 PM 2007
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Their song still fills the soil / from dears whose story lies / below the stone / and in the bone / when only body dies. / Each note will swell to voice / within the angels' choir / once enemies / ano
by CookieZeal
17 lines, 13 comments,
on Feb 10 8:09 PM 2007
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1- PROSE Monkeys stretch when swinging to their destinations. If for food, the arms pull the lower body while feet
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Someone stole the mold of humanform
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The tongue launches through ice-silver lips
words that shouldn’t be forsaken
by CookieZeal
7 lines, 16 comments,
on Dec 25 11:28 PM 2006
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\I pour new Wine for the dainty but frail
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spitballs from the balcony clamor in the eve
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Have we knotted the mountain
behind us
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Kept in the color box
somewhere between the rusted wagon
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\I miss- joy.
That hard to describe spring
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Water babies flood
to each corner of the sea
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\do clouds shelter rain?
mossy halo grows fiercely
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I caption the spice that rouses a mood-
like floral cushions with cat nearby
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See
1What hyperboles can knife the earth
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Feathers of me dust a silly path
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\horizontally conceived
no exception, if believed
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I’m all crazy, but you \get me\, friend.
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\oh, how we love the pilgrim souls
who direct the light to our paths
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Said the wise man,
“What seems to break you....
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