Justin Tallman

Rookie (September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

Justin Tallman Poems

81. Sponge 11/21/2012
82. Stain Glass Heart 1/13/2013
83. Tear Me Apart 12/22/2012
84. The Alleys Of Madness 11/21/2012
85. The Angel's Restraining Order 11/23/2012
86. The Astronaut 1/15/2013
87. The Black Tar Heart 9/24/2013
88. The Chair & The Window 12/11/2012
89. The Complexeties Of Expressing A Smile 2/22/2013
90. The Curious Cow 1/29/2013
91. The Day After Cocaine 11/27/2012
92. The Door 12/20/2012
93. The Dragon, The Illusionist, And The Spider Ft. The Backless Chair 11/21/2012
94. The Dull Knife & The Absurd Weed 1/4/2013
95. The Dumb Ass With A Keyboard 9/25/2013
96. The Face 11/25/2012
97. The Heart 11/21/2012
98. The House Of Make Believe 11/25/2012
99. The Lawn Mower 12/18/2012
100. The Life 'N' Times Of Mista Dontplay 12/8/2012
101. The Lion In The Corner Of My Room 11/25/2012
102. The Mad Man 12/28/2012
103. The Madness Of Drying Paint 2/6/2013
104. The Mimes 12/8/2012
105. The Mirror 11/25/2012
106. The Moon 11/30/2012
107. The Moth 12/8/2012
108. The Pedestal 12/30/2012
109. The Petruding Head From A Turtle Shell 3/26/2013
110. The Reclusive Eyes 11/25/2012
111. The Redundant Madness 1/8/2013
112. The Sailor In The Crow's Nest 11/25/2012
113. The Sailor's Misfortune 12/11/2012
114. The Scientific Method 11/25/2012
115. The Seasons And The Ignorant Bus 12/6/2012
116. The Soulless Vagabond 1/15/2013
117. The Spontaneous Day 1/5/2013
118. The Staring Game 1/29/2013
119. The Strange Concept Of Living 9/25/2013
120. The Third Wheel 12/2/2012
Best Poem of Justin Tallman

Childhood

Leaves are falling
on the ground
snow will cover
all around
we sit inside
and play with toys
and video games

The sun comes up
melts away
all the worries
and troubles that sting
the thoughts of
our parents
now they start to sing

We jump in pools
play in fields
pick the flowers
dream with clouds
O how
summer was great

Can you smell
the barbecue
supper's ready
grab your plates
bite the smoky meat
off the bone
smell the charcoal
haze

Watch the pink
horizon
the sun sets
inviting fire ...

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Milwaukee, Wi

O, to be a mad man
a poet
a genius
a revolutionist
who can grasp
the Californian sands

To abandon
the Midwestern mind

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