Forbad Poems - Poems about Forbad

...The Imp sat atop the dresser, unmoving, in the corner of the room, I waited, pen in hand. No sound did he make, nor his locus improving, as his bloodshot eyes, my attention, they demand. In day......

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...Figurines Lace up your shoes Wear your black hoodie And your Timberland’s, too You’ll never know what ‘ll happen to you Or where you’ll end up On your way home Your ancestors have wal......

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...An Abridged Story of Wine The bottom of the nave used to be a lake’s bed, but one night, when moon was white as search light and the sky maroon, the lake vanished. Dead fish and toenail clippin......

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...No matter how many you’ve had your birthdays shouldn’t make you sad. You are free to wear unmatched plaid and not tolerate fools. For oldsters not a thing’s forbad. You’re allowed to break rules......

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...Other than the slight ringing in my ears The only other sound I hear is the Computers low droning inner gears. Monotonous sounds that drive me a Little crazy at times; background noises That bec......

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...Below zero in a refrigerator, I sat in a fetal position, Trembled like a wet wren, Yearning to feel the blazing flame of summer. Teeth chatting with those brain neurons, Fist clenching, not able......

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