Anatomies Poems - Poems about Anatomies

...There are days when this sudden emptiness creeps upon me and pervades my anatomies, looking for someone to blame and choking the daylight out of me. It is the feeling you get when you start to sweat ......

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...Fragments of voices like phrases of song are accepted inside as not too horribly wrong. But whole operas, learned dissertations, and uncertain scientific recreations are not accepted outside......

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...My autopsy room is a confessional, where killers in absentia divulge their sins through bodies rigid and frigid, mutilated and mute. Graffiti of abrasions, contusions and lacerations reenact......

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...I will never feel vacant, never self-loathing As long as you awake me Holding a lantern that beacons aspirations For feelings of doubts must be combusted by flames of passion The world’s miscrean......

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...Nothing prepares a heart for the first glance, None other than the heart of a lover seeing another, No verse can contain the chemistry exchanged Between the two hearts brought by chance. No rag......

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...Open your ears, listen with your heart To defenseless voices screaming in the dark Hear the hollow sounds of battered children Crying helplessly in their fright A continuous nightmare of bruise......

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...3/10/17 Across the entire galaxy Areas with high to little amounts of gravity Places torn asunder from catastrophes And calamities Causing widespread agony Events occured slowly and rapidly ......

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...The sanctimonious tabernacle; where the desolated tongues confess. The covetous, unwed beds are hungry, exuberant anatomies get undressed. The biased courthouse; where many admissible lies rattle b......

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...A war between David and Monalisa, Continued even after Last supper and Last Judgment, The two great Renaissance men – Leanardo Da Vinci and Michelangelo The creators of murals also the heroes of ......

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...We see We fall We don’t think We might But we don’t decide It’s hard for perspective To conquer feelings Something wrong or something right His eyes or her eyes Her eyes might be his eyes A......

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