Paining Poems - Poems about Paining

artists brush i have painted you with the pointed brush of an artist creating every line and detail of your body before finishing the colors now I have laid aside my paint-filled brush realizing that i could never compliment your beauty with pastels on canvas i filled volumes with words intending to tell you how much you mean to me by building paragraphs on...

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trapped under my own weight like a horseshoe crab with a broken tail that’s been flipped upside down; clenching helplessly, unable to right itself. i’m nailed to the ground, paining and burning under the very sun that makes this world a beautiful place. waiting for the tide to roll out and sweep me in...

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Truth is always good Anger bad and to avoid Telling lies that bad Smiling so good It’s strange to sense Anger Hearing the truth The truth of goodness Becoming to anger So bad and unbecoming...

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walking through the dark long strides, not looking the eyes all on me burning, the smell of hate rising through the leaves my thoughts are coming just one of many dripping from graceful mouths she said goodbye to the airless room the men stared, some looked away droning on, so far down now dont want to look up the dirt is shoveled slovenly...

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I have a headache, my teeth hurt, and my stress level is high. I have chills, and my hands are cold enough to ice a lemon pie. My neck is stiff, and my enthusiasm is uncharacteristically low. I cannot get away from this body, no matter how far I go. I could take a pain pill, a sleeping pill,...

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