Knife Kiss
The knife is
In my hand,
The blade
Kissing my
Flesh,
I float
Towards
The ceiling
No longer
Effected by
Gravity
I hear the
Song
Of my life
The
Yelling
And
Lying
That always
Leaves me
Broken
And
Trembling.
I float
Away,
A
Whisper
Now…
I no
Longer
Feel
Pain
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| My Masks | 2 | 05/14/2010 |
| Silence | 0 | 04/14/2010 |
| An antique mirror | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Pain | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| 4 ways | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| 3 ways | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Anything for love | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| The music of a four year old | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Off the wall | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Let me end this sorrow | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Like rain | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Life is | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| a group poem | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| Overheard | 0 | 03/16/2010 |
| 6 ways | 0 | 12/11/2009 |
| In My Mind | 0 | 11/18/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 11/11/2009 |
| Silent Tears | 0 | 11/11/2009 |
| Knife Kiss | 0 | 11/11/2009 |
| if you lie | 0 | 10/26/2009 |
| dreams | 0 | 10/26/2009 |
| life? | 0 | 11/12/2009 |
| Just one... | 0 | 10/26/2009 |
| pitter patter | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| never | 2 | 11/12/2009 |
| Wrist Blood | 3 | 06/30/2009 |
| i can't... | 3 | 03/18/2009 |
| Real Friends | 2 | 03/18/2009 |
| sometimes.... . |
3 | 03/18/2009 |
| My Eyes | 3 | 03/18/2009 |
| Run away... | 1 | 03/18/2009 |
| Love.... | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
| I'm Sorry...... | 2 | 03/18/2009 |
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