Owen
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Friday Mornings at UniversityA Poem by OwenThe rhythm persists in the yellow room where the porcelain-girl grins with those chinaware-teeth, there's something devilish about it all, her hands e.. |
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TacomaA Poem by OwenCascades of grey fall around these dead-green hills frosted with pale snow,No shifts of color, only a mute blanket where sound and smell are suffocate.. |
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Fondlement of All ThingsA Poem by OwenWipe away those tiny misconceptions, utterly naked in the flesh I amSeek not an end here but a blanket of fiery warmth wherein all sorrow and confusio.. |
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IngressA Poem by OwenThe words will come in a barragefrom the overcast skies that hang in solemn huesthe aching of lost will ere on it's edgeA dull blue landscape moans lo.. |
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BeforeA Poem by OwenHow was I before this?Contentment of the child is of easeThe simpleness of that delight astounds me nowThis unfair point of referenceHow is the world .. |
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Tonight at the ArizonaA Poem by OwenThe color bled out this morningI watched as it drained from the frameThe temperance of that light never escaped meIncentive to adore grew in a manner .. |
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Old Lady RustA Poem by OwenThere is a swing set that overlooks the townit has been splattered red and brown by timeScabs of wear permeate from it's coreThe wind cries nostalgia .. |
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Childhood, Inevitable Death and the Happiness Inbe..A Story by OwenTime never seemed linear, the scope of human-perception seems to contort it, I see myself in this impoverished teen crossing the sidewalk before me. T.. |
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Mechanic ThoughtA Poem by OwenThe machinery of my mind is not my ownno, it was constructed by youmy naive blue eyes were tainted by your black smokemy thoughts belong not to me but.. |
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Mad with HabitA Poem by OwenMy words read filth and my breath reeks years of poisonI carry this mass of infection slowly and blindly through the grey-scale of modern streetsPorce.. |
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