

Presentation To The EyesGalleries possess all the qualities of a Perfect DreamPresentation To The Eyes
Too few words are spoken And yet every painting exposed to the warmth of the light evening Spells an endless winding novel to each reader. It wreaks of cultured atmosphere, Infiltrated by the goodliness of pretentious Pinstripe trousers stained with sweet tea; And the leather-soled boots
Which kick up a fuss.


SquaredI just became heavy with sleepSquared
Under a thudding sky. Bulbous clouds were framed by a soft pink glow That pulsed when each electrical arm fell to the earth. Your skin was softly lit by the canvas shade of sky.
But my eyelids drew down like weighted blinds
Now I await the empty skies of the painted morn.


NoNo, he doesnt want a second-hand man Or a woman with raw gums and forgetful lingerie That fails to hold her in correctly. No, he doesnt want a procrastinating artist, creative he may be so, butNo
Colourful pasts all catch up with us once every half-second has passed. No, a woman with dark eyelids and imperative smiles, lips plastered red, is no attraction to his type. No lace, no suits. No hats, no brutes. No woman of face long-scorned by the dreary endless life of mourn. No black-clothed child, no evil bitch,
A goldigger, a witch. He doesnt want a literature studen


GunSo I offer you a gun Gun
A gun for your very own dirty hands to grasp and press, Your fingertips can inspect every trace of gunpowder And suspect every purpose it may have in existence. Every mans desire and pride personified
In a solid object of intimidation.
It is painted with the blessed
Blood of every kind man
I killed
&nbs
Devious Comments
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"Someone found the future as a statue,
In a fountain, at attention, looking backward,
In a bowl of water wishes with a blue songbird,
On his shoulder who keeps singing over everything..."
-Elliott Smith
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You Oxymoron
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Well Carol Ann Duffy apparently at her conferences goes "No! It doesn't mean any of that!"
But you still write it in your exam xD
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RE: poetry at school. the best thing about studying poetry is the utter bullshit. you can say it means anything as long as you have a reason for saying it and they cant tell you its wrong.
easy pass, :]
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"He'd listen to her tick like she was a wounded clock."
"Depressives kill themselves. Psychotics, rocked in the poison cradles of their own egos, want to do everyone handy a favor and take them along."
- Stephen King, Misery
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"He'd listen to her tick like she was a wounded clock."
"Depressives kill themselves. Psychotics, rocked in the poison cradles of their own egos, want to do everyone handy a favor and take them along."
- Stephen King, Misery
wassuupp?
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You Oxymoron
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"He'd listen to her tick like she was a wounded clock."
"Depressives kill themselves. Psychotics, rocked in the poison cradles of their own egos, want to do everyone handy a favor and take them along."
- Stephen King, Misery
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You Oxymoron
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"He'd listen to her tick like she was a wounded clock."
"Depressives kill themselves. Psychotics, rocked in the poison cradles of their own egos, want to do everyone handy a favor and take them along."
- Stephen King, Misery
how have you been?
xx
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