Unbrushed Poems - Poems about Unbrushed

...MEMORIES OF WAR In prison we turmoiled packed up cards to fall whilst they sucked genitals like bonbons a quartz on a table gleamed its knowing War torn ghettos with swollen stoma......

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...I aim to live in the here (ahem hair) and now... despite entrenched familiar obsessive compulsive disorder behavior distracting me courtesy countless what if scenarios, particularly before und......

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...Peter had to fly, was that just last night? I have attachment issues. I hate saying goodbye - it always makes me cry an embarrassing tear or two. Holidays go so fast relativity’s been proven......

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...World at times is a spring of mirth And at times a root of melancholiness, Gaiety and ruth are ineluctable quirk of nature Where it leaves no beings unbrushed. Bight trice would shimmer some days......

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...Ceaseless demands each one a folly To which I respond my answers jolly Lesson time Minds are weary Endless chopping Meals so healthy Shopping ordered Food a plenty Excursion time To burn......

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...Digital dose of pixels, my world of intrigue where a front camera flashes my pretty face Shares a picture-perfect life of travel, friends, love like supermodels patronize, in thousands of poses. ......

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...Drowning in a sea of dark hoodies and unbrushed hair, My mind turns dark, a cloud forms and haunts me, Two sides of my brain desperate to escape my embodiment of sadness, The bird in the cage know......

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...It must be a muss This tousled up nest My mess with no fuss Untidy, unkept Shabby and ragged Rough I confess A random done gust Just there with no sense They’re tangled and knotted Dreaded, ......

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...My co-worker posed a theory to me That our boss was born one hundred years later than she was supposed to be Neither of us could exactly put our finger on why, but I had to agree No makeup, unbrus......

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...When my mind is lost I'll ask her then To take my hand And slowly bend To the sounds we make When we're alone To dance with me On floors of stone From saddened gaze I'll brush her hair And......

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...Two wraiths in a gust in-between frames with a Third ...was it when i bumped into you last a little put out by the awkwardness something not willed not even by chance ......

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...“Seriously,” the comedienne rasps: “can we talk about coffee?!” The palms of my feet grind the beans in my sleep. My bathrobe ties dangle, my hair’s unbrushed. Can of spinach don’t do much, but ca......

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...My mother had a box of perfumes that she wore, each one had a different thing it was for The best days were the ones when she chose the yellow bottle that smelled like rose When she wore it she was......

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...She brought with her roasted chicken. I opened my mouth and shut it. Her sweetest lips come to kiss mine as her white teeth was so unbrushed. With nudity she gained my lust. Whic......

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...By Fatmir Terziu What could I tell a Londoner about the Fatherland? The adverts Are copies of the unscrupulous inscriptions in tombstones, Just as we are copies of the bestial goods, Of our ego......

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