Poems Sad Poems Dark poetry Alcoholic Poet. This is the sour womb where that dying fetus gestates. Poems Sad dark ugly poetry. Alcoholic alone hyperbole sucide sex hate poem. Obvious thieves drew their bullets in colored pencils. taking the distance in wet thumbprints and torn resolve.

Using poetry as a medium of expression is a commendable talent. Here I merely express my appreciation for such a talent. Every poem presented here is a token of appreciation to the original poem penned. Cut the ropes, they tie you down,. Bet the odds, they bare your core. Cut the ropes, let yourself loose. Aim for the stars, for the sky is within your reach. DONOT COPY WITHOUT PRIOR PERMISSION FROM THE BLOG-AUTHOR.

Jeff Dailys Walt and Stan. Postcards from a dead ex lover. The Gold County Paper Mill. The life of the trapeze men. The lost poems of john johnson. I fall to piece s.

Pesto Cheese Ball from Paula Deen. June 14, 2008 by autumnmoon. 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil. 3 ounces oil-packed sun-dried tomatoes. June 14, 2008 by autumnmoon.

Sunday, March 27, 2011. How about we just call it a tie. Lacking I am in manners and etiquette. Sunday, March 27, 2011. Tuesday, February 22, 2011. In an epic battle for first dibs. The flames are getting closer. Your time is almost up. A cycle of deceit has began. Still pure and mild mannered.

May not be copied, re-printed or used without consent of author. Wednesday, April 3, 2013. A tiny rustic cabin, a few feet from the shore. Became my prized abode, a couple nights or more. I needed very little, no fancy place to stay. A prayer, a song, a memory; His love to greet my day. I heard the ocean roaring, the waves were raging high. I marveled how our God could know, just where to end the sky. I walked along the shoreline, felt the wind upon my face.

Poems twenty-nine months it took to write.

The writers showcased on this site are all members of Brand New Aspiring Writers at Yahoo Groups. Sunday, February 17, 2008. Posted by Josh, a member of Brand New Aspiring Writers. The air was clear, as with the skies. The sun was shining like an over-powered light bulb. Nature was just doing her normal business. It was a normal day. What was happening? That was, unless you were in the air. In, the air, it was a different story.

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