Deadbolts Poems - Poems about Deadbolts

...Get out of my head mister chatterbox! Ransacking treasure trove of maximum headroom. To remedy a fate worse than death or orange hair oaf becoming forty seventh president or contracting o......

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...What is lockable is the rapacious, the blood scratched door, an already gaping mail box. What can be opened is the plunder, the clasp that cracks. We need keys for the iron hasp of blood, a sk......

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... "Secrets" I know something good about you you were a child once, too - without malice gentle as the petals of a rose sweet and pure no......

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...Spirits can't tell time. No watches or cell phones do they carry. They seek hearts, both day and night, hoping to plant seeds, so two can marry. If the doors to one's heart is open, receptive ......

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...Cowering in the shadow of fear, you count every sorrow, tear by tear. And surrender to life's ugly side, unwittingly letting evil slide. Bullets rip through this fabric of lies, and so......

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...THE INNER CHAMBER Please. Stop holding back on me. Like a child standing at the neighborhood ice cream truck, arm outstretched, eyes huge, mouth watering. I stand here longing to slip under......

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...The old house was left a wordless descendant Ravines of cold air slide in through the cracks Deadbolts are latched and keys have been hidden Years of desertion have swallowed the years Cup......

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...Hurdling, bending, twisting about Contemplating, stressing, feeling without High as a kite then down in the dumps Cat has my tongue, my throat filled with lumps Floods of people. Why do they wa......

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...Barricaded inside your apartment, you cringe in fear. And feigning sanctuary; count your blessings tear by tear. When hate paints the hood in blood, bullets rip through shields of lies......

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...Near an Arkansas town lives a man, Truman Brown in the steep Ozark hills we call home. Lack of yield from the earth takes its toll on his psyche and he dreams of the freedom to roam. His kids w......

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