Scratches Poems - Poems about Scratches

Take me in Cater to my every whim Show me what it is to be a child For I feel I've only ever ran wild My unfair reviews leave all mouths agape I'm surely wrong, need to rewatch tape Composite detracts from all that good I'd splice and edit more if I could I can't make sense of swirling scenes As overlaid are...

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It started from the scratches A small frustration with myself A mistake that may or may not have been my fault But that didn’t make a difference To me, everything was on me And the world got a little grayer Slowly more things fell apart That core of self blame and complete hopelessness That nothing could ever get better And the scratches became more They...

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"The talk before the walk" Love Caution Make me understand how you are able to break my heart before dating you? You took my breath away and l know ours beat in sync we are a rhythm constructed by destiny. I do not have answers and so do you , why let linger for longer knowing you will...

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A journey taken again Hello ,he dropped a message in my inbox After a year's silence He maintained flowing through eons of loneliness He weaved a yarn with my tears and pain Feelings he left behind Going on his way I picked on my palms And they morphed to poems new Forcing me to ramble against time Where the empty boughs of damsel lane Stared at...

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Sad to participate in ritual relief Of secret pain like dirty ice. Scars like graves carved in a row on my forearm. Blood flows in sink and shower. Feelings writhe inside as Bad thoughts eat each other alive. Scratches and scars I understand. They calm this worried mind. I absently rub them with my middle finger. Wrong that feels right, Covered by sleeve from glancing...

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I love my house Though it’s full of scratches and squeaks To accept imperfection has always been difficult For me, Especially in myself I’ve come to learn that when I truly love someone Or something that I also love the flaws Perhaps love is the only thing that is perfect...

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Four men standing in a row and then one laid across, Just sticks of time and marks upon the wall, A measurement of attitude, of loneliness and pain, But others see it as a lot of scrawl. Sticks of time, a calendar of wasted days and years, Just scratches of a life that's gone to waste, While taking time to tell...

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how can you catch a thief if you feign sleep? Touch not her fingers ice may break. who can fathom her love? i am blind. she bleeds on earth period of rose. fireflies shimmer in the night sky moon on the pond's surface. her breasts swell with milk under the earth. shadow lets her go a stalker. the odor of her navel perfume for soul. i saw in her nakedness shadows flickering. keep...

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I contemplate often, How everyone seems to be going a little mad. But then I think: It's not possible for everything to be crazy, So perhaps it's just me. Sometimes I hear things they don't hear. They say it's not normal. But surely the voices inside my head Are asking me to listen. You lose track of the days here, Whether it's morning or...

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It's tough for me to handle that These memories that distract May soon be just scratches On the corner of your mind. It was such a big deal to me, The twitterpated pleasantries. You've got the right idea in letting go. Personally, I'd rather be free. But, my soul sails not a...

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I lie here waiting for the endless stream, Hoping no black tiger dreams Night came and went, comes and goes No human comfort makes its show. Black tiger scratches in my mind, Hoping one day love he’ll find But my supple mind has no love left to share; Black tiger’s sharp claws meet air....

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a brown hen scratches in the soil -- worms wriggle for tracie's ku contest...

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I met you in town the other day Over laughs and casual gazes. My lips cracked, my heart Filled with giggles, and I stared Into the pillows of your eyes, thinking, When are you going to make your move? I want to know what you think Under the five o'clock shadow That teases my kiss with a light Scratch every time your lips Meet my...

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At first it was nothing Other people had it; I didn't care Then it became something with him just lying there Short of breath, short of air I took him in, but it was too much No medical plan, no nothing Our money was not enough I prayed and prayed, but after the first week he didn't make it I got so mad,...

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Scratches on the jewel surface of a black onyx watch tiny hands tick endlessly around now seven, now eight, now ten Can you break the cycle?...

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