| I started writing poetry when I was around 13 years old, and have since been unable to stop. My poetry covers and is inspired by my countless interests and life in general, ups and downs. Some favourite poets: André Bjerke, Edgar Allan Poe, William Butler Yeats, William Allingham, Emily Brontë, Roald Dahl, Jens Bjørneboe, Kolbein Falkeid, May Swenson, Robert Frost, Lord Byron, Edna St. Vincent Millay, T. S. Eliot, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Christina Rosetti, William Blake, Boris Pasternak. |
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BonesNo, I didn't listen for A minute, or at all, But consciousness is all we know, And was, if you recall To see your shadow fall around me; What's familiar, not strange, To hear your cracking bones and watching As they re-arrange.Bones
And spotting you among them, Right there, paralyzed with cold, How you wanted nothing from me Is a wonder to behold, The more you give, the more I want; It's well within my range, And I can stand it as your bones Go cold and re-arrange.
There's no moon out tonight, but still I see where Mars has flown, &n
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Dear Mr. PresidentDear Mr. President, Where is my hovercraft? I mentioned it to Nixon, but He only shrugged and laughed,Dear Mr. President
Where sir, is my jet pack? My male, robotic whore? All of which you promised me By 1984,
Where is my pill-shaped breakfast Or my automatic draft? Dear sir, Mr. President Where is my hovercraft?
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Sugar RationMy sugar ration's dwindling and There's frost outside today, Get the number of your dealer since I always hear you say: "Sugar, bring me sugar," As we pas de deux and twirl, Oh, see, now I get it: Do you mock me, Cornflake Girl?Sugar Ration
See, my sugar ration's speaking Like a cake in Wonderland: "Won't you eat me, won't you drink me," With that bland cup in your hand? The bowl is all but empty, but With eagerness and haste Like some exotic lover says: "You know you want a taste."
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Nuna Brown SkinMy beauty is in my Nuna Brown skin. It is in the darkness of my eyes, darkened so that I will not be blinded by my sisters snow and ice. It is in my salmon-berry blood, blood of survivors and warriors. My beauty is in my Nuna Brown heart.Nuna Brown Skin
Do not tell me that beauty is blonde and blue eyed. Do not convince me of my ugliness, for I am more rare than any gem. More precious than any gold. Others want to be what I am. But they cannot. Do not make me ashamed of my rich heritage because you do not have one of your own.
My bea
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especially the grim reaper
im gonna keep a watch on ya
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