![]() WindmillA Poem by Amorette Duvannes![]() Another poem exploring the social ideology pertaining to adolescence.![]()
My wax heart
On a splint, dubbed spliff, Trying to c**k itself out from Ill whimpers and places. How many more can I do Without regard? How many more ill whimpers Can I guffaw from my jaw -- I can do no more. I am all burnt out on match-stick knees, The cosmos elbow me out of my Sound purgatory, waxed-out Still, Stealth. I will O my way from one destination to the next And each will be the bored chord, Stuck in my throat, contorted into a cry That will rise before it is stamped out The lost lost lost Of us will throat a reply before The pitying stares and pious glares And linger into the dead room for all of ever.
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Added on May 8, 2014 Last Updated on May 8, 2014 Tags: poetry, poem, adolescence, youth, teen, teenager, teenage, spilled ink, reject's corner, rejects corner, rejectscorner, writing, poet, poets, social, social ideology, ideology Author
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