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Kyle Platt Poem
there is beauty before your eyes
red
yellow
blue as white clouds that touches the outer skies
pain?
there is none of where I look between the fragile line
open for the first time,clear away the cobwebs dirt
which covers every crevice of this old floor of mine
the air up there
it is breezy of this I swear
close the homework ma thematic book
and take a look,you,a little child..a shying
and retiring schnook
Copyright © Kyle Platt | Year Posted 2007
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Kyle Platt Poem
all that I
until the day that myself die
the brain is not free
only dark and spiritless
he is quite empty
soldier worn
who wished he were never born
the accolades will never bring
Boos and hisses,a torrential Indian's Summer spring
These lips are silent
thy eyes cannot cry
would you even care if I fell plummeting from God's sky
Men were mean when wearing such glasses
this shell is not there to sit among the most elitist classes
months do pass
The eroding man who is dying upon this grass
36 years of taunting pleasure
no one loved me beyond the innocence measure
Tom & Alley
Mom and Dad
the only ones,i'd say
who made sure that my living should not be so sad
Twists and Turns
my spirit only yearns
to set myself free
-ALL THAT IS I IS READY TO SAY GOODBYE-
Copyright © Kyle Platt | Year Posted 2007
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