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Prison Palindrome
A Poem by
Sorry Infamous
a light hearted attempt at the subject of my new contest.... so please if you enjoyed this, write one and enter
Broken Windows
A Poem by
Sorry Infamous
In your eyes They are shooting stars All that is left is moisture It glistens In your seeping eyes Reflections dance Like shadows on a wall ..
Throwing Smooth Stones
A Poem by
Sorry Infamous
you do stand thick, as tremendous as the trunk of a tree and I live on the back of heavy heels or kneeling I made you sleek and you are on to me..
At Last
A Poem by
Sorry Infamous
At last,you came to me,A pillar among pegs.There was nothing left to dobut take you downwith the tenderness of my weightOh how gracefulyou tumbled... ..
Birds Caged by Their Quietness
A Poem by
Sorry Infamous
Time has bleached and kept warm my wide prison of bones that has barely worn. I remain a broken rib and I wonder what truly hurts more the shat..
You Are Welcome.
A Poem by
Sorry Infamous
In convenience I have found my fond place and in it, that muggy moment I am perfect like the seamless skin of a doll. I serve my purpose with e..
Rippers
A Poem by
Sorry Infamous
It always starts with fingers crossed and teeth clenched. It always starts with malfunctioned memories. We are in the business of burning bridges. ..
At Arms Length
A Poem by
Sorry Infamous
Stunning grace birthed from bony hands and boring marble-- the mars of age only add to unearthly beauty no flesh could ever possess: one of tho..
Red Light
A Poem by
Sorry Infamous
He is white hot I am welcoming wide hips with the window cracked open and the ceiling fan twisting he is tempestuous shackles I fall like a morn..
I\'ll Take This Piece.
A Poem by
Sorry Infamous
The way you smell wanes like the post-love pulse and heat falls short of reaching me like the tips of your unfettered fingers. My own hands; vig..
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