K. Louis
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Night IIA Poem by K. LouisWhen night Fills me up with self hate What, I ask Stops me? Like the red balloo.. |
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NightA Poem by K. Louisthe nightopens its fiery mouthto deathand mind cannotbut refusesunrise willalways birth newborns |
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Red BalloonA Poem by K. LouisIf I look at the tree rattling in the windI can see a red balloonExhaling itself into the atmosphereHeart travelling |
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King TutA Poem by K. Louisi smoke too much.to the point I'm just doingit to make it to the next breath,in excess these things likechocolateyou don't really craveitbut you have .. |
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I Won't Say I'm A PuristA Poem by K. LouisI am a liar On most days I am a fraud I don’t have words That do fancy things But ive al.. |
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When I Start To ThinkA Poem by K. LouisWhen I start to think I have lived I must remind myself that the road still goes When I start t.. |
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The birds Are Wild TodayA Poem by K. LouisIt feels right to hateyou today and yourstrange berriesyour talk of medicationand how it is helpingyou to be more humanwhile you ignoreeverything you .. |
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In An Effort To Be HumanA Poem by K. LouisIt’s hard to be a writer. even harder to be a poet. When every syllable And word then words .. |
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Yellow TulipA Poem by K. LouisHow hard it is to be the child the yellow tulip in the field when all have wilted a.. |
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this houseA Poem by K. Louisthis house bleeds and there is no band aid for the ceiling coming off or the squeaking nois.. |
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