Brick WallsA Poem by Creepy Swine GuySometimes, it's hard to know what you live in.The
crisp, stately dwelling fit quite nicely Amongst the other brick two-story houses. Impeccably
landscaped with hedges, shrubs and flowers. Surely
joy and laughter lived there. But prisons have brick walls too. Also beautifully manicured on the outside, They
have people locked within, Who
long to walk free in happiness. People
waiting for that day, sometime soon When
they are released, allowed to walk In
the warmth of the sun. “A
house is a shell ... a palette. Or
at least, it should be. It's
up to those inside to color it with themselves And
with symbols of their lives ... to warm it up And
turn it into a home.” © 2010 Creepy Swine GuyFeatured Review
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Added on December 26, 2009Last Updated on January 14, 2010 AuthorCreepy Swine GuyCentral, NYAboutThe Ten Commandments of the Writer's Cafe (King Swine Version). 1. Thou shalt not plagiarize. 2. Thou shalt not treat badly any writer based on their age, social status, ability or creative view.. more..Writing
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