Drounk 11/1/2006 |
In a drounken state I make my poem
In many fields I like to groum.
I poets find my last car...esh
And talk unto my friend Milesh.
For other friends I might conceide
To make a drounken pee... relieved
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Posted by kymmi on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 09:24:00 PST |
The Giver |
[Verse1]In a land of safety,Muffled playing in the streets...Forbidden to be ill or unhappy--No one's alone or unkempt.But it's a given thatNobody shines.Though no one's smilingEveryone's fine.[...
Posted by kymmi on Wed, 26 Jul 2006 09:02:00 PST |
Poetry Post 2 |
Lifeboat
When you first came here--
your smile all
caked blood
...
Posted by kymmi on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 07:38:00 PST |
Poetry Post 1 |
Mime The door just slammed on that white-and-black wordless man. His hands are pressed flat on an invisible fortress surrounding him-- severing his links to the world. He plays his death a thousand ti...
Posted by kymmi on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 02:42:00 PST |
