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How can you paint when you can't see??
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper...
I wrote this in... under ten minutes. No edits. That's something really rare for me, because I have a tendency to write prose so forming my ideas into poetic structure can sometimes take a while.
However, I realize it has a more simplistic, less dramatic style than a lot of poetry.
I'll LOVE it...
You think you're clean?
Sometimes its very hard to see signs of a marriage that has gone wrong and your the last to know you never see the signs of it and when it hits you your world falls apart right before your eyes. This is a short story about my life and the Happiness I had and I heartach I now have in my Life.
Feeling lost with nowhere to turn. Messed up so many times you lost count and asking the Lord for one more chance just mold me again...Have you ever felt that way? Well this poem is for you, and me too.
Poetry | Updated Mar 6, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Susan Hartline Fouts
During an extremely nasty job, I felt compelled to write this literature on the subject.
By Darth Anarchus
the winds of change are swift...will you stay or will you run...
Poetry | Updated Jan 12, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0