

Penny.To you Im like a penny Worth a cent of time.Penny.
One in twenty million Without a hint of shine.
I jingle at the bottom
of your soggy school bag Just taking up space.
Like a used and dirty rag.
If I fell through a rip And hit the asphalt road.
You wouldnt have a clue That I lay there all alone.
I am just a penny Left out in the rain.
Forgotten and unwanted.
Numb to all the pain.


New BeginingsAn old dusty black board, with cobwebs, with grime.New Beginings
Sit in my basement, neglected, with time.
Ancient sentences, written with chalk Have lost all their substance, with the ticking clock
Each single word tears at my heart. Stings at my eyes and strangles my art.
And clutching this pale with all of my might I throw up my arms and send it in flight.
The suds and the water crash on the board. Slaying the words, like a night with a sword.
The chalk dribbles down, in thick soapy streaks. As dragon blood would, through the stab wound it leaks. &nb


For youIve always hated the color orange.For you
Hated the way it looks against my skin. Hated the way it shines against a painted wall. Hated how it always reminds me of rust.
But I would wear orange everyday, Paint all my walls orange, Eat, breath and drink orange. For you.
Ive always hated mushrooms.
The way they smell of bark and soil The way they grow like mold on trees. The way they taste of fungi and mold.
But I would eat mushrooms every day, Cook mushrooms all the time. Eat, breath and drink mushrooms. For you.
 


Empty spaces have feelings tooIm an empty space where air makes a home. Where rain falls through and smacks the tarmac Where cold ice falls and melts in droplets.Empty spaces have feelings too
Where dust lands and stays
Because I am an empty space where air makes a home Where eyes never land and voices never fall. Where vines twist and tangle in braids.. Where thorns prick. Prick nothing
Because I am an empty space where air makes a home.
Where hands never touch and lips never meet.
Where dogs never bark and cats never scratch Where punches are never thrown and daggers are never spoke. &nbs
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What is the meaning of immortality? Can it be defined by blood, ideals, art, belief, legacy? Or is it simply meant to define those things, those beings who cannot be touched by time?
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"I will show you fear in a handful of dust"
T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land"
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"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
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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&&&no man is an island
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&&&no man is an island
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