O. C. Woods

Rookie - 10 Points (08/05/1981 / Rouhling)

137 Pendle Road, Denton - Poem by O. C. Woods

SHE SEEMS DRESSED WITH MY LIFETIME DREAMS
I'LL DO EVERYTHING JUST TO WALK THESE STREETS

NUMBER TWO WRITTEN ON ME BACK AND LUCK
RED COLOR RIGHT UNDER ME EYES IN CHALK

LNS IS BORN SUREAL
I CAN IMAGINE HER REAL

TIME DRIPPING LIKE MAY RAIN TO COLD DROP TEMPERATURE
GREY AGAINST THE SUN OF YOUR GAZE LITTLE ANGEL ROAR

LNS IS BORN SUREAL
I JUST MADE HER REAL

TO 137 PENDLE ROAD WE'LL GO LAY DOWN A PRAYER
I SWEAR TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING ABOUT THEIR LAUGHTER

GROWING UP LIKE SECONDS IN SAND
PANTA RHEI FOR MIDDLE NAME LITTLE GIFT FROM GOD

O.C.W
05-12-2010
12-05-2011
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Comments about 137 Pendle Road, Denton by O. C. Woods

  • Freshman - 560 Points Sara Fielder (1/27/2012 8:51:00 AM)

    This is quite a beautiful and sorrowful piece. I wish I had a better understanding of what it meant, but then, much poetry that's written is personal and cathartic. It helps us heal our wounds. It's left up to the strangers reading it to interpret it for themselves. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 14, 2013


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