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tiny fragile budclean prune cultivate nurture—precious child blossoms....Mark Toney © 2020.4/19/2020 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
So Who’s REALLY CLEAN In Our Societies... ?!? When It’s Clear Now That Money Is MOSTLY... DIRTY... !!!! Now By This I Mean That It’s Made By Teams... Who Are Prone To Deceive And Are Mostly WEALTHY... !!!
Shed your skin of cotton with dirt and grime complete. Feel the smooth brown marble floor that’s cold against your feet. Turn the metal handle, almost entirely to the left. Feel the frigid arctic water that takes away your breath.
I am not a virgin, but I am still pure. I am not a warrior, still, I'm fighting a war. Ink against white paper, stained and beautiful. I am an outsider but my heart is still full.
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit. You and me were best friends. We were the Thelma and Louise of our time and yes we flew over the cliff and plunged into the abyss.
It's the words of your life You know proof on repeat all day Beat's by Taylor Slim shady' so shady Dropping bombs Faster than you can say sabotage Life's not what you think If you've ever been
We laugh and play in the rain as it soaks through our clothe each drop clinging to our skin like the morning dew upon the grass. We look up and smile at the ashened clouds
Cleanliness important since birth Ingrained in his head since he was a kid Friday morning palms overhead Leaves are looking a little long Traces of dirt find their way to the ground
10 days:No blade,no blood. 20 days:I'm tired,I'm sad,I want my blade. 30 days:I can't have my blade,I can't put a sharp object on my skin,am I finally clean?
Bubbly bubbly bubbly soap Oh how you give me some kind of hope I step out fresh from head to toe Even in the dark you make me glow Everyday you clean me oh so well So that everyone can always tell
They ask me what I could never do without and I am tempted to say a name or a place But I realize now what I could not survive without
After my work day is done
Look outside and become wide eyed At our expansive, majestic home From the moon who acts as a guide Down to the crashing waves’ foam
Pick me up I feel the changrin rise.
Nothing EPIC to write about, clean and sober. Wondering just how much longer until this hell is over. No visions of riches no dreams of fame, no delusions of grandger and nothings the same. The pounds I put on are supposed to be healthy.
No mask , no shield . The make up and clothing are cleared away.
The pitfalls of man, though shallow, stay d
This is my secret I have not told. This is my secret I don't wish to hold. This is my secret, it will ruin my rep. This is my secret and my very first step. This is my secret
I walked a mile to high school everyday. I sat for six hours. I learned about subjects that I didn't care about. When school was over I walked a mile home and spent my own time doing more work.
What Do You MEAN I'm Suspended? Im not allowed to say that in class? Im not allowed to say that thinking about taking my life isn't me being a coward but instead you being inconsiderate?
I see horizons glowing Like the torch that keeps blowing Sheets of solid nickel Into molten metal Tell me am I wrong to be concerned? I know it hurts But when you alive