Closest CasketA Poem by Kelly A. Brown
Closest Casket
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I want to leave my mark on this sheet of paper I want to leave my stain If every man's an island Gazing around for a kingdom to reign We are permeable sheathes of the seventh domain Open to tears on the ends just to make all these Poems make some damn sense I'm tense about when, where, and why Holes in my skin to absorb your demands I want to hold you with my laughter Cry you a sun And cover up your pain with my pain Cover your pain up with my vanity ~ I'll seal you a fate and promise you a fortune Blocking each other's see-through white cotton barriers with One more desolate form of the one, the sadness, while again We mask all that we're hiding with movie nights and diet Coke The come I drink and those times when our eyes are the windows Some rum hits that tough spot in the soul That one deep down in there Yeah, pour just a tad of that Captain Morgan And watch my nightmares explode with Fanfare ~ We will fall into one solid mess with our hair, our Clothes thrown and scattered everywhere, they lay on the floor You can see the souls through the cotton, it's cheap Not all was shunned We are opened still and still we're bare Holding onto each other and waiting for the pseudo-gun To reappear ~ Well, there's no one else to grab onto That's my excuse Besides all the others, the others, the others They just can't hold on They're that all that's not for us All the knocks on our doorstep that tell us To get up, go out; walk just a little bit farther down the road And use your eyes Use those eyes we gave you Eyes that have been spooned out like an old man's sight Telling his wisdom that its Time for goodnight Shut off those nighttime lights And watch yourself Goodbye! We catch on and off, away we fly We bounce with the wind and hopscotch in Heaven In the seasons of love In all of the seasons ~ I'm withered again And tired And beaten, I fell For your charms For your everyday kisses were promises I thought your everyday kisses were promises © 2008 Kelly A. Brown |
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1 Review Added on February 27, 2008 Last Updated on February 27, 2008 AuthorKelly A. BrownNJAboutI am a writer...I try to write from my soul. I am a fan of Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, and the like. I love crazy poetry, but dislike poor spelling. I guess you can tell more about me by rea.. more..Writing
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