Thoughts
Dark as forests light like sun
Red as evil number one
Light dims slowly
Blood appears
Wounded people coming near
Mind like vampires
Howls like wolves
Walking like zombies
Till midnight tolls
Light comes slowly
Dark dims away
The mind of that girl
Is over for the day
©2009 Alyssa Willis
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06-28-2009
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05-23-2009
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05-23-2009
05-22-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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