Bristle Poems - Poems about Bristle

...Old Man his weatherbeaten face, lined with the hills and valleys of age watery blue eyes set against a backdrop of bloodshot white his cheeks reddened from sun and alcohol, his aquiline nose......

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...No! you weren’t born to be beaten raped chained to a life bloodstained ingrained with pain wordless worthless voiceless choiceless No! you can’t live being beaten raped chained to a ......

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... {"I try to explain everything as much as I can, Though sometimes everything isn’t enough I extract components of my heart so you can see what has happened to me I have just a smile on my face to ......

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... "Silenced tears, muffled screams, A storm penetrating in your chest that seizes your soul, Is god watching the world burn? The bricks that create a barricade were the ones confiscated within me, ......

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...{"I detest you, I hate you with my all. I despise, abhor, and loathe you for evolving me into a fatigue of desperation for you; the anguish, the hysteria to feel treasured by some other commodity, v......

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...Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement. My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning. Lisa winc......

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...The continuance of our beliefs, culture, and dreams, remain steadfastly anchored within our children; no wonder we love them so. We assure them the bogeyman doesn't exist in the real wor......

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... would the skies be blue would the circle be around emotions colour coded would the W ……………a …………….t …………….e ………….…r in clear innocence Would mistakes be scraped from the canvas replaced ......

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...Maude’s Last Stand (Rage, Rage, Rage against the dying of the light - Dylan Thomas ) They put me on the second floor Now uniforms pass by my door Starched and stiff they bristle by Sometim......

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...It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and g......

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... All day ceremonies of dark's brilliance Led in by outstretched curtains welcoming, An appearance for my time's bleary dusk. The firmament from the red gloom nearing, Of sun's affection for th......

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......Okay, but what about those guys who claim that they’re ‘being replaced,’ powerful men targeting them, disparaging them for their race, claiming the state wants poor peasants easy to control a......

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...Small crickets chirping Wonder what may be lurking Gentle limbs bristle The wind a lunar whistle Moonlight from above Casts shadows to below A distant howl of wolves Their intentions may be cr......

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...Rather than talking to walls – I’d prefer a saguaro For the wisdom they know. Centuries – they come and go – Leaving mysteries unsolved And the traditions Loss mourns Told through centenarian......

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...My roommates Leong, Sophie, (Charles) and I were coming from a Yale sporting event. The sky looked like a dirty Swiffer-mop and the wind seemed to be ignoring the posted 20mph speed limit. It was a t......

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