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Saturday, January 2, 2010 11:45:29 AM
About Me
I may never be able to write everything I know about me and this is only a little of everything about me.
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Sunday, May 6, 2012 5:11:07 PM
Hate, Future, Poem. Poetry, Love
His body accepts death,
He whispers his last breath,
Thanking the heavens for his age.
The dust receives his flesh,
He catches a glimpse of his wealth,
The product of his sweat.
They catch a glimpse of his wealth,
The product of his sweat,
And wait for his last breath...
Wednesday, August 3, 2011 1:24:30 PM
Life, literature, Stars, Poem. Poetry
...
When the big dipper kisses the sky,
The pigs back to their sty,
The chickens into there pen,
The crickets begin to cry,
The wolf starts to howl.
And as the white maize grains
On our combs turn to brown
On a slow yellow fire,
A story is told.
When the big dipper kisses the sky.
Thursday, March 3, 2011 8:44:36 AM
poetry, Poem, Art
I rather walk in the rain,
It's better than the sun's pain
And the dust that comes with it.
Thursday, December 16, 2010 4:17:37 PM
poetry, Poem, Art
Starlight flashes through time,
Out of space onto the wrist,
On which is wrapped my watch.
When will I get to her smile?
When will I make her mine?
When will I kneel before her,
All the world around us watching,
And tell her to marry me?
Thursday, December 16, 2010 4:10:22 PM
poetry, shooting stars, Poem, Art
I stand here with my mind,
In the dark with a bright sky,
Trying not to lose my mind,
Trying to keep it in my head.
I hate all of them stones,
Where do they come from?
Why don't they touch the ground?
Why do they burn so brilliant,
In the dark on a bright sky?
Saturday, May 8, 2010 4:53:36 PM
poetry, Poem, Art
I think I am a Poet,
I love to love writing
Down the words fast
Whenever they come dropping
down my fingers fast.
I think I am a scientist,
I love to leave my hair
On my head dirty unkempt
To keep my small share
Of knowledge safe unscathed.
Knowledge unsafe scathed
Share of mine I keep
Unkempt dirty in my head
My hair I live to love
A scientist i am not I think.
Fast fingers down
Dropping come they whenever
Fast the words down
Writing i love to hate
A poet I am not I think.
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