Contusions Poems - Poems about Contusions

...I dim with the dark. I spiral with the world. I look up to see you: Bright and still. I shiver in the cold. I crack at the pressure. My blurry eyes gaze: Warm and solid. Desolate contusions......

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...Black and blue boo boo bruises courtesy hurled Bobo box No matter I sustained multiple contusions about the face and neck and minor head concussion after the missus tossed an unopened box of five ......

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...Allegory illusion Misconstrued contusions Clouded mind mental block heartbeat stops 10 inch asbestos floor tile ~ 1940's steps gone wild Making perfect sense, making it very c......

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...I’d rather walk into a quiet house Lone sweet kitty greeting me at the door No hell raging from my fiery spouse Lips spewing lunacy and hate no more Still jumping when the phone rings late at......

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... Funning, just be funning Jumpin mine bare feet hopping Striving, mind mouth be jiving I’m not relying jazz juz beatings cuz Endorphins just be enormous My conclusions is an allusion......

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...Unconscious bias, an interesting subject indeed. While I would never be biased, allow me to proceed. Bias is experienced by dummies, crazies, and kooks. Not something that would apply to someon......

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...You're like music to my ears a combination of notes on pages in my book of life A symphony so nice & beautiful even the angels sing your tune as there's an aire about you that gives us both......

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...delusions, illusions, these random contusions, idolic notions of noiseless commotions, keeps me in motion, whirling with the gravity I'm on my knees, praying what you're saying I still believ......

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...a carcass is moving out from the white of the eye it is so all-consuming dots form in lines on the absentee spine dry undefined lumps are soft and infusing the bruises and rind and the opal c......

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... I’ve had my share of Pitiless times from years gone before. Most have dragged my bleeding knees over life’s dirty floors. I’ve got scars decorating my body that still cause me pain, and h......

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...tiny lump-like, grown soon into a mass nested in a pouch, born into a gentle light flesh with tiny limbs and heart sealed in a bottle left off to the shores of critics. life is like a fairytale but......

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...Is it still worth it bumping walls alone just to fight for the truth and what is right, when those that you fight for do not even understand what you are doing? How could they appreciate the depth of......

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...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost... ~ May fourth, 2005 wedded bliss nearly fifty years half a century almost me not most favorite grown offspring, she (when alive) did boast, ab......

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...non notables same is to same old repeat offenders nothing new back scratch revenues old poets club. canned scriptures wasted words post mortem phrases casket contusions dead dendrites. ol......

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...Negligent grooming habits unbridled Apathy toward mine personal hygiene i.e. relinquishing attention linkedin with bare toiletries, cuz I rarely spruced myself up nor never maple leave to cea......

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