UntitledA Poem by Thatch
You know there's a shelter that's down by the shore
By a basin where men do not hasten explore There's a king in the sand, there's a girl there's a door There are few who can reach it by air or by oar I wish I was wiser or had more to drink To speak with worn words or too soon start to sink There's an art to inflection, there is blood in the ink There are thoughts that rot minds, minds too rotten to think Cry with skin, cry with fur, cry with feathery down Cry without making words, and cry seldom with sound Cry with a smile that's too quiet to hear Cry happy with heart or in heart-stopping fear There are people who march, there are people who dance There are people who grieve when life gives them the chance There are songs that ring loud about crowds or romance There are more ways to kill than by stealing a glance © 2016 ThatchAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 16, 2016 Last Updated on July 17, 2016 AuthorThatchTyroneAboutHey guys! I sometimes write down any lines or paragraphs that come to me and I've built up a small collection over the years. I don't really show them to anyone so I thought I'd share some of them .. more..Writing
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