Death-- The Savory Kind.

Death-- The Savory Kind.

A Poem by L0v3craft
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A Stork named Toolish-Brooks bounces on a ball

The extremities found left and right

Digging up skeletons, ending plight

Saved the bell from spilling a spoonful of delight.

Simple

Eager Digger

 

The Crane dances in the wind

Without hope of being condemned, suicide appeals

Starving the Poet of his proverbial, hearty meal,

Inspiration left him, but a kiss felt so steel.

Digging

Quenching splendor

 

Mischievous, cladded Fox fools Toolish-Brooks

Insecure of broken paw-fingers bend under crooks

Fickle-back crusty Crabs stole his favorite book

Disheveling nightmare-baggage for the sake of a normal look.

Simple

Satisfied Digger

© 2012 L0v3craft


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L0v3craft
Meh...not my best >_<

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Added on July 17, 2012
Last Updated on September 8, 2012
Tags: abstract

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L0v3craft
L0v3craft

NPR, FL



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"I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, .. more..

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