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You're an itch, a leach under my skin, a prick from within But I'm not worried about it
by Puppet
38 lines,
on Sep 11 12:30 AM
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I'm sick
The list of hits, hurts, hard rocking rolls renders under my stomach
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I anticipate your needs like weeds always draining
But I'm excited, my brain is like exit wounds: despora
by Puppet
36 lines,
on May 23 4:31 PM
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A mistake made by man’s mingling fingers Could not contain the broken match
by Puppet
65 lines,
on May 23 7:52 AM
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I wrote a song about a dream I had when I was young
by Puppet
40 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 11 11:04 AM
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The end of the last we'll see
Of a hardly noticible event
by Puppet
60 lines,
on Feb 4 10:43 PM
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The everything behind nothing
Holds mysterious particles of dreams
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She's sarrounded by buzzes, and all she sees is iris
Nothing but fuzz, broken hearts, boys, and bullies
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Little girls and good boys go to school
With their pretty shirts and seductive words
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A paper plane crash
Ends in cinders and trash
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It's a cold day in Texas A little further north holds home
by Puppet
38 lines,
on Dec 1 3:13 PM 2008
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Promises were made to keep a hope
To follow a dream, to say "I know"
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There's shadows under the objects that I left on the floor
Against the wall, under my bed, and behind the doors
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He calls it bad luck
She says she's falling in love
by Puppet
31 lines,
on Oct 3 10:38 AM 2008
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This poem is not about dead babies
by Puppet
95 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 29 10:36 AM 2008
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It's injured and sickly
As the weed is tricky;
by Puppet
17 lines,
on Sep 22 9:02 PM 2008
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Everyday feels like a week, but it's not that much closer to ending this lull I'm unexcited, and my boots are in the mud
by Puppet
12 lines,
on Sep 22 9:00 PM 2008
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Sometimes, I close my eyes
And pretend she's someone else
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I am the things between what there is to do
The bordem associated with idle hands
by Puppet
34 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 22 9:57 AM 2008
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It echos between mediums
Silent radiance, the reverb of the movements
by Puppet
43 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 17 12:50 AM 2008
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I fear loneliness...
And I live nothing more.
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At The Bottom of the Well
There's a glass shard that butchers my foot
by Puppet
44 lines,
on Jul 14 12:58 PM 2008
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Who's here to tell you what?
Rain drops fall and echo in my air circulation
by Puppet
35 lines,
on Jul 13 10:33 PM 2008
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Momma told me not to play with fire,
So I’m going to watch it burn.
by Puppet
68 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 12 10:32 PM 2008
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I'm 18 years old, and I like havin' fun
I smoke, I drink, I party on the run
by Puppet
25 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 11 2:26 PM 2008
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I am the ocean; she is the wind
As constant as the earth
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I'm certain.
I'm as certain as a black throw back curtain
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Jargon and pet names
Call to me things I couldn't understand
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There's gravel between my teeth
My heart is in the concrete
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My baby brother is cold and quiet
And holds firmly to my thumb
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At the bottom of a bowl, oxygen leeks from my
Nervous center; Nervous eyes
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But his lithium lullabies can only put him to rest
Only in his dreams there will be someone there
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