Best Crayola Poems

I prefer them a bit tattered and tired. 
(a slow lick on a hard knife edge).
A midnight she cat, sparkling like a pinwheel.
The one that make you obsess,
why they're one hour and-five minutes late.
Why their mascara is off center.
Why they have that strange strong scent.

I...

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splitting atoms

head cracking chasm

hold your mentality for ransom

things done at random

like writing about dragon tattoos
done by a tattooing dragon

mad passion rad pen 
creative imagination

raw skills killing rhymes so gruesome

he spoke with words
that were truly wholesome

better yet awesome
I might say that often

but writing just helps me...

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moi
 
Moulded bred crusty
Summers vino severed tie
Auld Stinking Bishop
 
Ma
 
Shiny new sunspot
Shadowed by Misses Meaner
Clouded spineless imp
 
Pa
 
Longhaired lout cuddles
Pints fizzing ale gently pours
Tears orphan abandoned...

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Life is like a box of crayolas at five.
Trying hard to stay inside a line defined by others;
trying hard to stay inside the line.

Too much pressure, powerful force pushing down;
I crack into pieces, fragments, pushed aside for another color
different yet the same.

Action repeat - instant...

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Azure blue skies adrift with snowy clouds
Traveling across the vibrant gold of the sun
As it caresses the rich, black earth, home to
Olive and emerald grasses rich with clover
Oaks, birch and pine – soft jade and khaki
Thrilling the soil with a bold, vivid embrace
From the dewdrop...

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jungle governor green, respectable robin egg blue
beyond banana mania, periwinkle too
brisk bluebonnet, French fuchsia and plum
tickle me pink, where did you come from?

wild strawberry, chesterfield on my swollen lips
radical red, overdressed orange wearing two slips
midnight blue, outer space light saver green
a few crayon colors at...

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I'm tired of absorbing your depression
like you're the only one on earth who has issues
you think nobody understands your situation..
I don't believe you want anybody to understand
because that's what you believe makes you unique-
In a strange way it has given you purpose in life
makes you...

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blue skies and seas
yellow sun, green grass and trees
crayon-colored dreams...

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Mother: a wax crayon candle in a starless room
You have many layers, like an onion
And you're coloured, but not green
So a wax-crayon candle is favoured here.
Much more poetic.

Although I bathe in the dark
You sit in my corner
Flickering        ...

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