unclear fallout
pedal to the metal
this suburb
goes forever
standing solid but decaying
corner post
sentry to stars
bird of prey
on the ariel
eyes of red
so like a mirror
my eyes red
vicarious
yes me the coward
the foolish
master of the cut
I red
bleeding for something
I think is love…
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February 29, 2016 at 10:52 am
Just like my last poem, yours mentions blood in a romantic way, too. I really like your free verses.
Thank you for liking my poetry.
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March 5, 2016 at 9:31 am
it is good poetry you do. So much good stuff around. I didn’t write for about a year because every one else was really good. Now, what the, I just keep at it.
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