Ville
Ville, You last freely in my mind. I watched you with a frantic twist, your voice carries me to undeniable highs, without you in my life, all I can do is cry.
Ville
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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.
Perkwas’s Poems (22)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Range Comrad | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
| Hail The Game | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Whiley | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
| Cavehand | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
| Ville | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
| Frail Tyme | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
| The Sweet Air | 1 | 03/16/2009 |
| Claim On Hold | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| The Long Pond | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Constant Universe | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| LedMont | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Act Clear | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Drawtag | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Twist Fig | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Baithelm | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Braisse' | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| WallGown | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
| Louse | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
| On the Deedot | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
| Liltleer | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
| StarOvey | 1 | 12/04/2008 |
| Flatroom | 1 | 11/25/2008 |
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