Mutes Poems - Poems about Mutes

...ill drive down the highway at one eighty two you'll say that'll we'll die but i know that can't be true cause the strings and the signs of fate pulled us together and they won't tear us apart for......

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... The sound of breaking is late. Thunder shatters gray clouds after lightning strikes the damp soil. When pieces of sky pierce flesh, the scream is slow to rise— The sound of breaki......

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...A crunch of snow Alerts the prey To freeze… Or flee A cat Shakes it paws Thinking “shoulda used the litter box” A dog Rolls happily Wrestling Its inner puppy The metallic sound Of ......

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...Latest News Headlines Latest news headlines: Pork Schnitzels Learn to Do the Waltz; Mr Broken Leg Joins Facebook; Curly Fry Girl Drowns in Bird Bath; Bacon Juice Cures Nymphomaniacs and ......

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...Beneath the swing set’s creak, joy whispered like a ghost, while clouds of heaviness settled like stones on my chest. My voice evaporated, with every swing and sway, as I reached for something ......

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...Words that stem from the heart seldom a mind, would update fellow captives of a world they knew--spent or saved since, much like the word they are ... or were. Absentia defined the heart's favor ......

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...branches hang heavy darkness roils overhead a tiger trembles lottery tickets adrift in rain swept gutters discarded dreams weeping roses bow in a stillness silenced scent a bee bumble......

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...As the blade searches for the life of me, The torment glides the blade with certainty, Deeper the journey as my body writhe, The pain lingers as I'm denied relief, Suspicion mingles with the bloo......

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...Humours turn acrid near The silent seer. Escaping absentees scamper Further down the hole that holds their likeness Extinguish | fatal obscurant | visions. | fata obscura | ......

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...When accidental auroras stroll along the pale highlights of camouflaging corpses and death blossoms in vulturous hearts of dreadful puppets, she always holds pixie dusts of strawberry s......

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...She wasn't a learned woman per se or so I was told, by the air that surrounded her late in the eve as she talked away; Its as if she plucked it from the time belt of knowledge, Nostradamus styl......

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...POETS Desert dust before the rain hampered our walk on the Oregon floor boards creaked with late afternoon lore Dry gin in a glass wait......

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...Just past far as you can go, yonder, where the crawdads sing, out beyond time’s ebb and flow, festival is full in swing. Bullfrog’s on the tympany, joined by pileated drums. Katydids join com......

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...The wind whistles through the cracks of the window that can’t be fully shut. I sigh, willing myself to simply ignore it. Another and another potato loses their form as I slice them into paper slim pi......

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...at the cusp between slumber and wakefulness I reach a subconscious of wonder it seems that my house was built too close to the ocean foundations and perimeter walls supported by reason and ......

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