Pens down.A Poem by NGenieLMister Teacher cultivates our shivers Creating craved and necessary marks He's a devil His world's in peril And I'm his precious little rock
Grass Stains Prison chains Bright sunshine Hazel stares turn water to wine
Ink scratches
stain paper and skin Scrawled and torn until my hands bleed He's infuriating He's manipulating And I'm everything he needs
Dirty knees Apostrophes A generous heart But he's cursed with a skull of glass.
I launch myself across the lawn and I don't want to see where I'm going My mind's infected My rage's resurrected He shakes. He sees his ruby child glowing.
Whispered names Secret candy canes Doodles in my book To decorate the wisdom he took. © 2013 NGenieL |
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Added on April 5, 2013 Last Updated on April 5, 2013 AuthorNGenieLLondon, United KingdomAboutI'm English and a student and I cultivate words and mash them into some sort of meaningful slab of vaguely edible literature. At least, I like to think I do.. more..Writing
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