EVOLUTION POETRY from SULLEN TEEN to FORLORN ADULT: This heart of mine

Tuesday, May 9, 2006

This heart of mine

I left it back in The Mausoleum Among the other torture artist Here is where it finds a home I couldn’t brush another stroke Until you come back to me Staring out at the ocean Washed up in my own sea I left my heart in Kansas Along the prairie dusted trails The sheep, the cows and horses Knows what... Sign in to see full entry.

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I’ve always love to write, but I couldn’t express my emotions until I was an angry teenager. Since then my poetry has developed with knowledge, education, experience and subject I feel passionate about. This blog will feature writings from past and present, my transitions of life. Some are good, some are bad, some are unfinished and some are just. So sit back, take from it what you will and feel free to comment.

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