

Windingtime s lips a w a y as(I) s t a r e it in the f ace. w a s l k on hands; holds(US) in the bowel of:  Winding


SymphonyThe world is melting together haunting my soul feeding the need to eat beat to beatSymphony
and now the piano plays fading into the drums I'll never see pick over strum
the end will come a ballad undone violin becomes faint.


PrideDream big little girl with rainbow and Technicolor imagination, these stereotypes cling to our bodies, like fresh saran wrap as we peel them away.Pride
Dont walk two steps ahead run three miles, if not their mothers will tell them were wrong.
And now our silence is shattered with these words we speak, and the power of our thoughts. We will not be seen as equals, but as people in our community.
Still my Irish Catholic neighbor tells me Jesus will save me, shell help me wash away my sins. I gently take her hand, &nb


LinkedI have faith in words- they breathe us life and put us to rest.Linked
Holding our existence in the fabrics of time carrying our hope miles,
through cities of change while catching the tears. They pull us hand in hand break us limb from limb
when we cease hearts expired forever in one brief moment
they read onward capturing the essence of what was.


Poets Prayer-Mo at the MicShe looks at me over the mic and leads off saying, I dont know about all of you, but I think this girl should give up psychology and start writing full time.Poets Prayer-Mo at the Mic
I bit my tongue til it bled.... Write what?
I am not a writer. Or a poet. I do this as a hobby, and a release. Everything I spit out is a cliché. I write hollow and fake, Present my pen and page for inspection Every poem of mine is deception.
I dont tell her what Im thinking I smile and mumble Thank you. I want to say something else  
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-Britt
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~Lilly
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~Smile like you mean it~
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~Lilly
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~Smile like you mean it~
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My Nikoko icon frowns at you. >:C
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~Smile like you mean it~
-*Iscariot-Priest
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“Now me lay down to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down like sheep.
Give dem to me nice and dead.
Me no happy ‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs, Pearls Before Swine
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~Smile like you mean it~
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“Now me lay down to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down like sheep.
Give dem to me nice and dead.
Me no happy ‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs, Pearls Before Swine
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