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Riding The Wind
A Poem by
Mr. Lopez
This isn’t how things were supposed to go But then again…. I can’t control which way the wind will blow I wasn’t meant t..
Broken Shell
A Poem by
Mr. Lopez
It is through these lips That I will repeat I will not surrender To cold defeat When out of the house of slavery You wrap yourself in light No..
My Monster
A Poem by
Mr. Lopez
With a kiss and an embrace She held me fixed within her gaze Evil is attracted by the color Of the light But I feel blind when I am Within her s..
The Blinding
A Poem by
Mr. Lopez
She painted pictures on the wall Of spring and summer but never fall She spoke of tales to tempt my eyes On her sleeve was her disguise She stripp..
Crazy Runaway
A Poem by
Mr. Lopez
Lacking conversation poisoned paradise Bleeding separation wouldn’t take advice Void of all remorse you took his name in vain Twisted logic t..
Puppet Master
A Poem by
Mr. Lopez
Yes a fading mirage Comes in faceted faces Like a pasted collage With plastic embraces Dance for me little puppet Watch my feet tap the floor ..
Things Change
A Poem by
Mr. Lopez
Plans were meant to be broken And dreams were meant to stay dreams Words were meant to be spoken And all is not all that it seems Rings are only..
The Journey
A Poem by
Mr. Lopez
I was riding through the hills of humanity In a cold and steady winter rain Where I would find myself again Exposed to my disease by my transparenc..
The Faces of Fate
A Poem by
Mr. Lopez
Please No CSS Here I am once again in my pot of prolong When the east meets the west And they clash inside my chest I list..
Trick or Treat
A Poem by
Mr. Lopez
Please No CSS I rode my bike to The store at full throttle In my bag was my payload Of 10 cents for a bottle I'd been savi..
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