Stub Out Poems - Poems about Stub Out

...how do I extinguish my thirst for painting? I wake up thinking of this hobby and I go to sleep exhausted and happy from it how do I quench my creative thirst? I pick up a paint brush and swirl ......

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...Darkness coiled in the depths of the night. Where shadows try to hide from your view. The moon is a mirror reaching for the light. Rattling on the doors grappling with the dew. Cigarette rims o......

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...my mother cannot love her heart dead with death barely feels the air pass by the soaked filter of her butt. my mother doesn’t love curtains cast shadows in her view doesn’t matter though ......

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...Like an arboretum, my smile and laughter fills empty space, tall stand the trees all huddled together like girlfriends on a chilly night ready to share their secrets. We lay bare our souls, sat on ......

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...I bumped into him My eighty and something year decrepit teacher He was wearing a coat Moth-eaten,shabby and antiquated Overlooking an ostensively,presumed shirt In his haste has unwisely button......

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...I think we should have a World Sex Day A universal energy release to cure Mother Earth All we do is probe her private parts With drilling machines, bombs and nuclear waste And leave her on he......

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