Best Scrape Up Poems

"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is an anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast 
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the...

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He sits alone beneath the stars
Keeping warm by a trash can fire
His clothes are old and full of holes
His home an old cardboard box and blanket

Everyday for him it is the same
He holds a cardboard sign
Just trying to scrape up enough money
Begging for anything so...

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Written by: D. Collins 1/5/13


If you doubled the size of medium-petite,
that would be ripe for a man like me.
I prefer a jiggle when I spank that ass.
Then watch it spring to attention, extremely fast.

Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl has that kind of stuff.
Tools and moves to make me scream...

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And i sit here and think of the words that ive wrote.
And think about all the things that ive spoke.
People come and go.
that i know.
But some of them let there true selves show.
A thousand ways people can go.
Trust nobody and cold you will grow.
Become totally...

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"We're all vehicles cruising down a road
Fresh quadruplets screwed on, 
One for each corner

At first, the tires friction if sharp
Brighter than a sun in July
Gas on the same roads we took yesterday

The hills stay the same, 
Routes never change
Overtime, the road can scrape up the...

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I'm standing here staring in the mirror.
I can't stand the image portrayed.
A figure wrapped in a vest of flesh, 
but empty it is, 
living without an organ in its chest.
I am soulless like roadkill.
Must be, to allow the birth of tragedy 
from the womb of...

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You shattered my heart
and torn it apart
You crushed it
and stomped on it

I cry
while I scrape up the remains
I hold them close to me
trying to hide the pain

The pain will never go away
The ghost of our love will haunt me forever
Always there next to me
Never leaving...

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A Nice Hot meal, A hotter shower.

Basketball games on 25 inch screens, eat a snack while I watch my favorite teams. 

Scrape up cash to go on dates,  Do dumb things when we travel out of state.

Drive cars or walk depends on you as...

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I was a record producer and a star-maker.
The call came in on a Tuesday, a deal-breaker.
The wife cannot come, but can you sign a calf?
I thought I had heard him wrong, but not by half.

Did you say calf? I asked the guy named Larry McDad.
Yes,...

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Hidden deep in the heart of sinful man, 
 the Truth held prisoner by Lie's free hand. 
Darkness will rule when the light does not reign
 and this is the cause of all of man's pain. 

Ancient the story of Humankind's fall, 
 for forbidden...

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I drew a sweet faerie girl with a half acorn hat
Then I swept horrible kitchen floor in three seconds flat
On a roll now, I wrote a number of banal, boring poems
All to avoid a bossy, vindictive, creepy little gnome.

He is sitting by my cocker, saying...

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I try not fall for make believe 
At times I'm trapped in 
fantasies
Trying to choose a righteous 
path
Turning my head,
Instantly I'm blinded
Cars, homes, and money 
It hurts to live in poverty
Trying to imagine better
Dreams of a life without 
struggle 
Hoping to turn the page
But being...

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Take a pot, heat it hot.
Scratch it dry.
Scrape up any brown, dry left-over bits.
Check the sides as well.
Sniff the seance of conjured smells.
Imbibe the well-up of wafting aromas.
OK, now, dry-run done, you've begun.

Note: To cook this soup, make your own stuff up, 
nothing packaged, tinned,...

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You have been walking on that ground since you were a child and you still have not examined the broken lines, you have been playing on that field since you start crawling on your knees and still you have not figured out how to mix...

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The mess is creeping up into my guts
Giving me a punch. I turn my cheek so it does not slap me.
Clutter tightens the unhappy bands around my heart.
Makes me feel depressed, lethargic.
Energy level is a thousand past zero.
I am helpless now. Stagnant. Immobile.
Overwhelmed, I feel...

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