Unshapely Poems - Poems about Unshapely

...The Shift The shape that simple. Not sewn to disguise the inner person... Wise in its design, the unmissable adress complements the mind, laid out, informal. Desire embroider sight wi......

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...I live under the bed Sleep with the “dust kittens” I guess I appear scary To the children When they catch a glimpse of me. Not my fault!! Every time I come out From under the bed The “dust Ki......

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...habituated to joy currents we encourage bliss magnetism to dance within our body as it likes but it's pain that we choose to resist and therefore feral residue yet remains within fee......

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...Half solid half softened whence the moon sheds saturninity down to a boudoir maudlinly marooned. Half directly half deviously whether the night wind sneaks to snoop about the notes therefrom crooned......

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...I'm what you may call fresh clay... We've all at some point passed this way. I'm cold, moist, soft, and tender, just waiting to be held... If I'm not held, molded, and shaped then we all fai......

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...We have tree traditions, still accessible in diverse backward and forward reforesting cultures, of planting a commemorative tree when a great and portentous series of loving events comes to its......

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...We always knew Miss Daisy Was crazy. The way she said things Then played with her bangs. Her shirt Covered in dirt She let her head fall back And scream, "that was wack!" But Miss Daisy, ......

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...My dearest love, My cells yearn to touch yours in a way that our universe has no explanation for. Your scent fills my empty and full desires as you're a distance away and as we become one...I......

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...crazy electric guitars raping your consciousness bruising your sense of focus like a madman in a defeated village bruising a lonely prostitute and you think you got something to prove and you th......

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...A little pebble-like form finds it's home in the dark cool damp earth, it begins it's comfortable journey there in the womb of "mother earth". The dark porous soil allows for air to find this ner......

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...LOVE MAYBE KIND LOVE MAYBE SWEET BUT WHEN IT GETS DEEP DOWN IT CAN KNOCK YOU OFF YOUR FEET SOME DON'T DESERVE IT AND SOME ALWAYS THINK IT IS TRUE WHEN YOU WANT IT YOU NEVER GET IT BUT IT COMES T......

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