Kyle Shield Laster Poems

I picture Love
a hooker;
For when paid-
it gives sheer pleasures,
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I saw a man die today.
He did not shed a tear.
The look of grief held in her eyes,
His mom, caused him to sneer.
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So tired am I of these Words.
They Never fulfill me.
Adding up- just one by one,
But still I'm so Empty.
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If you disbelieve my Writes, then you can go to Hell!
I'll write vividly of your trip with Blood from my ink pale.

Young I am, but not a dunce.
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Tough; your life: with Hinderings
And Hearts to weigh you down.
You need life to mend the things
That yearn to make you frown.
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Through the smoke in Paradise-
That blocks the woes in Burning;
You see me deflowering.
Sorrowed. Still: just yearning.
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In a dark and dirty place-
He holds his little sermons,
Drinks his cans of alcohol,
And preaches to the vermon.
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Hurt: me, but I cannot say.
I sit and let it fester:
In a place so full of words;
A place that love won't pester.
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One day we'll sicken.
Come quickly the hour.
Know earth a love-
When flesh does turn sour.
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I am much a Picky plant
And I don't like you.
I shall not be nice to thee-
No I won't review...
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