Blowup Poems - Poems about Blowup

...Wild words fly about, your arms are caught in tremors; We are a mirror radiating frustration, mulberry cheeks start to flash; Two are too crazy to stop and see what is true; Heartbeats heat ......

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...Dear Old Joe, I have found a retiring fascination with right nature conserving and yet very wrong left-handed spiritual answers Messengers to invite more deeply recreating natural outsid......

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...Time to be that bore who smokes the weed. Time to be that betch who takes the lead. Time to be the nurturer somebody needs. Time to be the one who plucks out the weeds.......

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...Spare the knife Tell its handle: I only hold to cut But not to stab Spare the sea Tell its waves I enjoyed watching Than been dragged by it Spare the rope Tell its line I've always d......

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...Taking a nap became super busy and hot What could become of the dream she got? Keeps coming back to hunting eyes' jot Viewing afar her possible lot Maybe or not would be as plot Or probably weir......

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...AsylumBlowup Deep purple and pink Floyd you have colour in your valium _yellow like sunlight inside this hole place of evil minds come to bare_a-trolley a-cometh to your table lots of goodies and yo......

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...time travel’n peace — ought we find rather death, war — tread on me. funny the face, the companionship of outer space, the innocence of the sun and sky. she still provides the radiance of ......

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...diseased magazines complete with M………S………..D O……….I…………A T……….S…………U H……….T………..G E………..E………..H R………..R………..T S………..S…………H ......................E ……………………..…R ……………………….S eye......

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...In another time I woke up In a rusty machine"Chrony" The sky was purple blowup The land was rocky and stony. There was no water in the river There were no trees of any kind Raw dust was blowi......

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...I feel like dying What point in trying? I’m giving up My life is about to blowup It hurts to try It’s hard to cry I hate the time when all is quiet When I wage my inner riot I love the cuts ......

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...As she laid their, withering, Her mind in a fog, She stared at the dissembled body, of the one she once loved, The blaring sounds of bombs, shouts in the distance, and thundering gun shots......

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...The Scene: An explosion! From those picking.. limbs tear cabbages and cucumbers combing children's hair mixing with the backseat of a zealot's Mercedes Benz the gunpowder, smells of lamb......

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