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On Old Friends...

You tried to kill me, but I’m still alive-- Your poor failed little homicide. You hoped that I might just up and die- Your prec..

Because poems with Wizard of Oz imagery aren't cliched at all

The mouse stroked crumbs from his furry grey pate. Claws from dark paws cleaned up the meal that he ate. The wind blew with gusts, c..

The wind took me by the coat That I’d worn to keep out the cold-- It swept me down the avenue Along with anything that it cou..

My phone was getting low on storage space, so I had to delete all the items from my over-used NotePad app. In this purging, I discover..

From brutality to fatality-- Let them take it all. Silver fillings from my gums. Let them pass me up Feet from above Kick my hand..

Forget the false floor in the foyer I’d find myself a far better lawyer Because I know everything you do, And now I am coming..

Shards. We are each and every one of us broken. Shattered by messy happenstance, mangled by the hands of time. Not one person comes..

She always searches for shadows even when it is sunny out. She shouts the glass ain’t full after she has already drank it down...