Moth Harris

Rookie - 20 Points (Oct 1st 1990 / Detriot)

Moth Harris Poems

121. Jessica B 10/16/2009
122. Cold World 10/17/2009
123. Lesson To Learn; March On 10/20/2009
124. Long Time Now 10/30/2009
125. Always Me 12/13/2009
126. Footprints 1/8/2010
127. Dream Girl 2/18/2010
128. Sacrifice 7/30/2010
129. One Last Chance 8/3/2010
130. God's Confession 8/5/2010
131. Pick Up Lines 8/20/2010
132. How I Met You 11/3/2010
133. This Is Love 11/3/2010
134. For You. 6/10/2012
135. My Wish Come True 8/20/2010
136. Crazy World 10/8/2009
137. Right Or Wrong 10/14/2009
138. A Cold Snowy Day 3/23/2008
139. Conversations With God 6/10/2009
140. Life's River 8/1/2009
141. A Drab Scroll 2/25/2008
142. Trust And Truth 10/21/2007
143. Drummer Boy 6/9/2007
144. Rap And Poetry 8/14/2009
145. Will You Trust Me? 5/29/2009
146. Soda Called Irony 7/16/2007
147. Dead Man's Tale 6/29/2007
148. Acoustic Guitar 8/2/2009
149. That Summer We Shared 3/17/2009
150. You'Re An Old Dream 1/19/2009
151. I Heard 12/15/2007
152. I Don'T Miss You 2/15/2008
153. Blind Angel 5/1/2008
154. Black Rose Pedals Blowing Through The Air 3/22/2008
155. The Dagger And The Sword 6/17/2007
156. Beautiful Pessimisticy 6/17/2007
157. Cat Games 6/9/2007
158. Foggy Reflection 6/4/2007
159. Blue Paint 6/8/2007
160. A Poem About 'Home' 7/28/2007

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Best Poem of Moth Harris

#100 - Faction

It's the ghost in the mirror, the shadow in the corner of the room.
The cascading thoughts that drift through my mind so steadily.
It breaks and scrapes, takes away, again, again, another day.
It's where you are, what you've become, darkness.
It's a memory that rests in me, the forgotten, the fools.
Old weapons, just tools. A broken butter knife, made of plastic.
The sense of things that do not condence,
A mirror with no reflection, the blindness of night.
Light or dark has no preception of wrong or right.

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Blue Paint

Ocean waves lap blue paint
Smeared across the christian saint
All around the christian faith
Do you see the light
From the storm clouds above
Let the light strike you down
Oh, when the lightning strikes the ground
Blue paint splatters
Waiting for the next mask.

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