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dumb-goose hissing in fethered mayhem,
Pissing in day after day, -
Tidal-washed in cold mountains,
Moving the world with it's silent dance; -
Keep faith in Loves blind leash,
Mending broken hearts -
Face painted in memories on this cold night.
Laying forlorn in her princess Gown, -
Pout-lipped mornings cry,
Wet-blankets, -
Arms weak, knees shake,
Silly girl, -
Life fleetingly escapes my thoughts,
Floating along a river of monotony, -
Befouling in his smug dimwitted embrace,
Cuddling his self to sleep,by LittleKnowItAll 21 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 17 8:12 AM 2008. In Life, Society, Spiritual, Thoughts -
The crack-tiled shower rains,
Spitting water down bruised shoulders. -
He waited for eves turn to morn Alone and frail he waits
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Mantle burns and fire flicker in the night-light, hiss and spit
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Breathe short,
daggers turn chest numb -
It feels good on their skin skin, wear the skinby LittleKnowItAll 28 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 27 12:03 PM 2007. In Love
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City winter bustle, winter bites blankets dark and cold
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Leaves swirl in the autumn breeze Golden brown
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We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another.
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Sea-salt tips the tongue, lips press down bitter,
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hidden in the long grass
among the fields of wheat -
Look deep
as the stories unravel, unfold -
17 and smiles,
feared words run through me,by LittleKnowItAll 40 lines, 3 comments, on Aug 25 8:34 PM 2007. In Life, Pain, Sad, Depression, Sadness, Loss -
Time Folds like the rose petals
and falls into an endless seaby LittleKnowItAll 13 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 25 8:15 PM 2007. In Life, Other, Love, My life, Lost in thought, Personal., Happiness -
They forget, when they don't cry
ripples of small pity -
I stand and gaze
the glow of the sun on the hills,by LittleKnowItAll 12 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 25 7:38 PM 2007. In Nature, Contest, Thoughts, Spiritual -
Her rolling tongue hangs low and dull
with rolling purrsby LittleKnowItAll 24 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 25 7:06 PM 2007. In My own style, Lost in thought, Personal. -
The Whistle-banter of the night-birds softly
singsby LittleKnowItAll 29 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 25 6:10 PM 2007. In Contest, Life, Nature, Other, Thoughts, Inspirational -
still full of life!
Left to rot in that cheap box.
Plucked from the alleys, -
Pushing out the ignorance,
the prosthetic laughter,
let it burn up from inside, -
You ever think,
like, -
the wind it dies,
And to the thistles of that tree,
the Faeries dance -
The next forgotten soldier
the politicians whore...
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