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alone in the basement
I laugh at myself
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by kronos o
29 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 10 12:17 AM 2008
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Breeeeeeeatheeeeeeeeee
tilt a whirl! blue and orange!
by kronos o
9 lines, 5 comments,
on May 12 10:12 AM 2008
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by kronos o
0 lines, 2 comments,
on May 29 8:34 PM 2007
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by kronos o
21 lines, 4 comments,
on May 21 10:19 AM 2007
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by kronos o
8 lines, 7 comments,
on May 11 7:11 AM 2007
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by kronos o
37 lines, 1 comment,
on May 9 12:43 PM 2007
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Children starve in Africa / while you drive your Escalade / in the goddamn matrix
by kronos o
2 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 30 12:51 PM 2007
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I remember when I was / sixteen / and still alive / / What / shadows faltered all around me / begging to cast / wrap and intertwine with / my own / so easy, so pure / / I can't remember the rest. /
by kronos o
16 lines, 2 comments,
on Apr 26 3:30 PM 2007
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by kronos o
44 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 24 6:34 PM 2007
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Chesapeake
Red skin
by kronos o
4 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 16 5:33 PM 2006. In Other
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Clop.
Boots against linolieum.
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this is not a poem
it is a cry for help.
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Hatelove.
The murky middle.
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by kronos o
4 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 13 9:03 AM 2006. In Other
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Blind loser art, blind loser art
Satisfaction measured in the letter S with a line through it
by kronos o
17 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 13 9:00 AM 2006. In Other
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Nothing makes any sense. Nothing makes any sense.
An idiot child molester offers me explanations.
by kronos o
14 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 12 6:02 PM 2006. In Other
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four on the top
none on the bottom
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There--
in a line of filthy, trashy
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What is art?
Poems are supposed to be "artistic," right?
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This is a little long, bear with me.
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pulse
blue and orange waves
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the story goes on and on
and it gets to the point
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well I'm looking back on old Steele, Missouri
and now that I've got both feet on the ground
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well tonight is a night for contemplation
about what is and what could have been
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oh how I long to hear the pick
against your strings
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I'm trying hard to keep myself happy
Stay occupied but I am so lonely
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well my voice it isn't polished
and my range isn't very large so I understand
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Ellie you were so beautiful
from the first time our eyes met
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I write and write but the words
never come out like I think
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cars pass by my window in rhythmic time
and people talk on the street
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Just a game
It sucks my soul from inside of me
by kronos o
32 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 27 10:41 AM 2005. In Angst
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