Pingas Burrito - Poem for Solarian

#2 of free poetry for others this was a poem written for solarian based on his request on this journal: http://www.sofurry.com/view/390983 his request was: "pingas burrito ching chong potato!" you get what you asked for.

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Child's Play

#13 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/06/childs-play-and-writing-exercises/ _ **child's play** _ _she learns to dance_ _he learns to play_ _the two in-sync_ _and continue the display_ _she keeps in time_

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Re-vigurrr =3

Short poem, poetry, opinions, possibility define what is told, what is a tale, & what is truth all it's own question what is visible, what isn't, & what is known listen to what change can do listen for what a life lesson learned has made a breakthrough

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Shapely Cow

#26 of poetry make of this poem what you will.

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Hurt

#3 of poetry don't bleed, hold the bleeding my love, the tears tear through these seams, god's black hand has no blood, and now i awake from this dream, my love, your body so cold, quiet and silent, so blue, my hand empty, nothing to hold,

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i am wyrm (first draft, 10/15/11)

My poetry, my blood is balefire, my heads are many, my flesh is poison, my mind is hate, my heart is oblivion, my soul is corruption, i am the destruction of all, the end of times, the crash of the heavens, the death of the world, i am apocalypse incarnate

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Queen Calla

#2 of poetry a poem inspired by my mother, a woman who has given me strength, courage, and laughter as well as life. words can't express love sometimes... but i do the best i can.

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Hand in hand

#2 of poetry second piece ever... not as good as the first one, but i've got to start somewhere!

Snow

#1 of poetry snow is my first real piece of writen art. hopefully this can be the start of a wonderful journey.

Old Wounds

Only he didn't call it poetry," he added grimly, "he called it prophecy." that was getting to be a lot to take in. "holy shit!" the skunk exclaimed. "he made her poetry into a _religion_?" he shook his head.

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Memories

#5 of poetry yet again a poem from my darker half laid so still in rest, swarmed yet in silent torment fire leaps though glass, licks of pain to greet shallow sockets the ceaseless score of visions form the gaps of a broken mind crystal hope shatters

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