Hothead Poems - Poems about Hothead

...Reset. Still, holding on to vocals borne on fresh sheets- feint and margin carry-all bookkeeps repeats... Blue veins run straight across, underpin where I melt my heart in cold fear's lo......

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...Date: May 2051 Raining morning dawning. Everything is Best and rest in all Hakim Households. Hours passed and in Damian's dome Dolly rose and gently kissed Damian. "Rise my husband. Strong......

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...Joe and Jacque almost met on a Friday in 1996, but not really They kind of glanced at each other, not speaking In line for a train heading to Hanover Park, Illinois. He did not even know her name ......

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...A coward easily gives up in the morning And even in the evening: In brewing fights to lie low And during skirmishes unhelpfully slow. Battle strategies offers the hothead, Courtesy of the war ......

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...Corona has made a hot soup caught us unawares, in a coup a hothead. We love to touch, hug eachother enjoy our drink, chat together with hotdog. This weakness Corona exploited mutating, ma......

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... The first derriere shot, that killed everyone’s appetite, came from a second-rate, light tipping looter A no-class hothead bum, who had bun fiddy no-good burger burglar instincts......

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...One fine day Ted sat up like an arrowhead Straight out he jumped out of bed Had a quick coffee and a bite of bread Ted liked to think things through in his head Nothing he liked better than pl......

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...So we cross this threshold of war as awful friends in freefall, and with these trumpets and drums shaking the graves of ancient days we bring forth instruments of death's call through our very own......

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...CURBING OUR TONGUES There are pivotal moments Decision points Crucial conversations We must choose our path Walking to the light Step into the shadows? Gaining control over our tongue Is ......

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...Anticipation blinks and bleeds while you walk out one final time. You think it's all a game- and yet I'm always to blame after all the shame and pitiful mercy- The moon lights your path darkens clos......

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...anger seeps fists balled at my side ready for the first hit BAM! got the knockout cussin at the top of my lungs loud as i can be AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH! anger seeps outta control ......

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