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Chasing Pages Through A Broken Window
A Poem by
Scott Lee
I. nothing burns like your narcotic touch scrambling me up on a black cast iron pan nobody seems to see how I chase pages through chaos see..
Sometimes Down Here
A Poem by
Scott Lee
it's not easy down here covered in thick dense smog it's not easy to breathe down here awful hands turning all wheels of absolute..
Sipping On Summer
A Poem by
Scott Lee
I was sipping on summer time melancholy after my a*s was handed to me from a spring festival called Apple Jam. It was a fresh kind of melancholy, n..
Dropping into Blood
A Poem by
Scott Lee
It may come Like a wake up call In the middle of a peaceful dream in the middle of a stormy night, a curious, new feeling Dropped into blood. ..
I Stood on the Shore
A Poem by
Scott Lee
I stood on the shore. A great ocean called out to me. At first the fear gripped me. But then I decided to Sprint towards it. F**k it, I thought. It's ..
Isolated Thunder
A Poem by
Scott Lee
Thunder is loaded In a gun You Fire at me All the stars explode me Light gets buried In the desert shell Of my protection. Green bl..
Hush
A Poem by
Scott Lee
Fingers Made to dance Internal eyes exploring deep caverns. A Pen staggering through guttural explanations, roaming the myste..
Driven Mad
A Poem by
Scott Lee
Driven mad In the grueling silence Of unexpressed rubble Buried like bodies beneath bricks Driven wild by fresh caught stallions Kicking for unt..
Cool Calculated Moves
A Poem by
Scott Lee
Don't rush experience It will come like A fat splat of bird s**t splattered on your young nose as you walk home from school with your friends, it wi..
Taste It
A Poem by
Scott Lee
TASTE IT Like your first fat BlackBerry plucked from the hanging vine. Sweet juicy juice black diamonds of summer Swallowing boyhood whole P..
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