yes |
i got a job
Posted by Mr. Fix-It on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 04:29:00 PST |
for the people! who don’t know! |
yes.......i am a poet!
Posted by Mr. Fix-It on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 04:08:00 PST |
People |
P.E.O.P.L.E.
(People. exiting. out of. Pitiful. Lives. Everyday)
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There are faces I see,
Faces I remember,
Faces I forget...
Posted by Mr. Fix-It on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 05:47:00 PST |
Untitled |
"Untitled"
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You hear a voice shouting out
From the dark. It's an echo.
You wonder whose voice is it.
Is it your bets fri...
Posted by Mr. Fix-It on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 05:37:00 PST |
P.I.T. |
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P.I.T.
(People. Immediately. Trying)
A pit full of spikes,
A pit full of rocks,
A pit filled with water, or
An en...
Posted by Mr. Fix-It on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 05:36:00 PST |
Sunset |
The red sun goes down
Just like your eyes when going to sleep.
Your thoughts slide out of your head,
Just like a drip of water sliding of a leaf in the forest.
Your body falls ge...
Posted by Mr. Fix-It on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 10:02:00 PST |
Trapped |
Flapping, chirping, and crashing.
Is all you hear down the hall?
You climb out of bed to see what it is.
About two steps out of the doorway,
You felt the coldness hit your bare feet
As you touched the...
Posted by Mr. Fix-It on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 10:02:00 PST |
Meadow |
Meadow
by
Mario Del Angel
A meadow i see,
a meadow i berathe.
Along the picket fence is where i lie,
watching the trees dance with the wind.
As i close my close eyes a nice, gentle, cold breeze...
Posted by Mr. Fix-It on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 07:45:00 PST |
