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Created:
03/17 2009
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Category:
Lyric
My Poems
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Winter |
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The Watcher |
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Catholic Boys Wont Date Me |
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No More Running |
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The Hunter |
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Black Magic |
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A Shallow Unmarked Grave |
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The Drugs Don't Work |
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Hell Raiser |
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Poetry for the Mindless |
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Hands |
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Babe Im on Fire |
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The Watcher
Watcher of the grey beams
Slides too far on the dark
To be on the light side
Eyes and I slipped
looked down again.
Tripped
The
Killswithch
Its too late for her proof
Mouth full of twisted words
That penny is always dropping
I know you want to smile
At my expense.
Lisey Landon.
Please Login to post comments| On March 24th 2009 huronpliskin Said: |
| i like this poem's concept. its speaks about something it seems. |
| On March 17th 2009 LastWariorPoet Said: |
| You are different from the other poets on here. You poems are abstract enough to force people to look more deeply into what you are saying. Very well done. |
