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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... 
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a toy lays upon the step left in haste....can't reach it.... Voices loud again screen slams hard under porch hiding. It's cool, dusty a quiet place with the spiders. The world calm the voices small here; under, forgotten. Far in back dusty beer bottles sharp, broken, blood. It's ok, twilight someone will notice call the name. No one comes except the cold jeans dirty, trouble. Never come out can't make me I'll cut them. Like this again it's darker now won't they call? Haven't they noticed will they ever maybe a scream. Like they do yell, stomp, bleed all over the place. a toy lays upon the step left in haste....can't reach it.... DJBurt 7/95 (all rights reserved) there is only one... Romans 10:9-10 |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
I've never seen this one. This is soo very sad. Glad to see you got your mojo working again though. Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream. Shawna R. Holder Boise, Idaho |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
I agree very sad....so deep |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
This is unique, heavy, desperate, and real. Did I mention good also? DH |
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FreeByrd Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 267 |
A poignant piece... Artfully sculpted. I like it very much. There's some real talent here. There must be some kinda way out of here... say the joker to the thief There's to much confusion, I can't get no relief - Hendrix |
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