Best Messed Poems

I learned a lot from Grandma
She helped me become a man
When I thought I just couldn't make it
She always told me I can

She taught me...

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You don’t know me…
You don’t know my past…
If you did would you 
judge me for my pain so vast? 

Did you hear about 
that one...

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No matter how some complain and bellow
they are exposed, each a trolling fellow
I'd look them in the eye
for telling one more lie
but I heard they're...

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Who was it that first said..  
'the eyes are the window to the soul'..
who's eyes did they envision..
and how did they know?

And what of...

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Pigtails loosen yet messed, 
twisted by pliant fingertips
of evening’s devilry…  
tracing her budding breasts,
embers gleam from a lamplight, dim…
his jerked breathing quickens to rake...

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Chancellor Adolf Hitler
Quite dumb with girls when he was littler--
But in Nazi's  prime, came sultry Eva 
Messed-up like Fuhrer, she became his diva!



Educate Me...

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Yesterday I was in a little funk
because I got peed on by a big skunk
          ...

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"The Periwinkle Time"



Blues crushed prepossessing Violet
Lavender starbursts 
sharp as diamonds
undressed, a soul preys 
with black as crow feathered lashes
that rim the open mirrors 

There in...

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She is sad,
but what else is new.
She is hurt,
well you would be too.
She is dying,
only from what she has done.
She is alone,
because she wants no...

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She is a lifeline in the blue-black of days
Curled on my lap, her sausage form rolls
All over the bed ... without guilt, without care;

Weenie girl...

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I never should have let you go
You were trying to reach to me
Everything seems all messed up
And this life feels incomplete

I am asking you to...

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She is sweet but psycho:
demons in her mind run wild at night,
refusing to let her see beyond grey circles,
that left her spiraling in panic
through perpetual...

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When I was a child
Everything was magical
Full of mystery and the unknown
I read hundreds of books
The library my haven
My home
Hours upon hours
Night and day
I read...

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Village in the Valley left behind, and then it's a fine find
Mountain in the making...in the dark alleys of my mind

You're a flashlight
In the night
You...

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God, if you're listening,

I haven't heard from you in a long time.
I thought we had a great thing going here, but my prayers have yet...

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