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ABC\'s of chaos
A Poem by
Josh Clifton
A Beautifully crafted dystopia emerges from great happiness in just kiloseconds leads men near oppression poverty quarantine restriction sick tr..
Firemen
A Poem by
Josh Clifton
Sitting around a table A game of cards at hand Its the middle of the night When the alarm rings out its command The men spring to their feet Th..
The Autopsy
A Poem by
Josh Clifton
A deep incision in the shape of a y its only purpose to answer why Stretching shoulder to shoulder then down the middle of the chest so begins the..
Hidden Danger
A Poem by
Josh Clifton
Crouched beneath the high grass A gleaming stare peers out scanning the horizon planning its move no doubt In the distance a gazelle roams free ..
The Gathering
A Poem by
Josh Clifton
A small little squirrel runs frantic on a spree quickly gathering nuts that he must store in his tree For winter is coming he knows this for s..
Blueprints
A Poem by
Josh Clifton
Neat straight lines Crossing paths at just the right spots some things outlined in bold while others are marked by dots A door here, a ladder t..
What to do?
A Poem by
Josh Clifton
Channel by channel I gaze upon the screen But however I try I find nothing worth being seen So I turn on a game to occupy my mind But the same ol..
Insomnia
A Poem by
Josh Clifton
I sit here alone tired and weary in the dark feeling dreary boredom races through my head oh how i would like to be asleep in bed If only inso..
Daydream
A Poem by
Josh Clifton
I see a world filled with love not hate People helping each other without debate people stroll about happy and free for there are no worrie..
Cardboard box
A Poem by
Josh Clifton
I once was hard Made of oak or pine I've been stripped and cut I no longer have my spine Stiffened just a bit To make me strong I'm folding th..
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