Kelly Zion

Rookie - 166 Points [Tucalony] (11/27/1994)

Kelly Zion Poems

41. Sweet Pennyroyal Tea 2/26/2015
42. Sweet Obsession 6/5/2013
43. Sweet Dreamers 4/4/2013
44. Suicide Valentine 11/10/2014
45. Suicide Night 2/17/2015
46. Suicide Hotel 8/23/2013
47. Suicide Calligraphy 6/19/2014
48. Suicide Beach 2/7/2015
49. Sugar-Coated 6/4/2013
50. Still Standing 6/17/2013
51. Spirit Georgia 1/30/2014
52. Something's Fallen Prey 5/31/2013
53. Soft, Soft Kittens 9/4/2013
54. Semi Won'T You Die For Me? 8/23/2013
55. River To Share 8/21/2013
56. Redeem The Time 6/11/2013
57. Rabbit With The Spot 4/15/2013
58. Powerful Weapons 4/29/2013
59. 'Possums In A Trailerpark 4/10/2013
60. Please 11/20/2013
61. Pet Names 7/16/2013
62. Perfect Peace And Paradise 5/16/2013
63. Perfect 5/15/2013
64. People Rescue 2; Little Blade Of Grass 4/30/2014
65. Patchkit For My Heart 8/27/2013
66. Pale Heart 5/13/2013
67. Our Witness 4/25/2013
68. Our Beloved Tenderland 4/8/2013
69. One-Horse Town 5/7/2013
70. One More Georgia 1/22/2014
71. One Love 9/4/2013
72. One For You, Baby 5/1/2013
73. On The Other Side Of The Sand 11/15/2013
74. Never Letting Go 5/9/2013
75. Narl Narl Kittens 6/4/2013
76. My Only Song 6/4/2013
77. My Mulberry Tree 7/18/2013
78. 'My Heart Belongs To Tim Mcgraw' 5/31/2013
79. My First Word 8/6/2013
80. My Elixir 5/15/2013
Best Poem of Kelly Zion

Water, Oh, Water

Water, water, that's how I'll die
I'll die in the hollow between day and light

water Oh, water, I love you, oh say
Water, my love
Oh won't you bury me?

I'll die in the water, oh love don't you cry
you can come visit, my black valentine

I'll die in the water, so peaceful and right
I'll die by my duckings, call me on the lake
of the water, the water endless as pain

I'll die, fall in, release my breath
I'll die in the water like Clemetine did.

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End Of Time

We float in this world as bits of dust,
following the instincts of our lusts.
How do we lose what we haven't gained?
How do we go crazy when we were born insane?
Let's lift ourselves out of this grave,
wash our souls out in the rain,
in Maraschino drops of blood,
we know we can be loved
if we rise above.

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