Biography of T.K Owens
I am a college student about to have a baby and life sucks. I love animals and apparently poetry. My favorite poet on poemhunter.com is Vision Ghost (Go to Myspace.com and view his profile!) . I am currently learning how to be more discriptive in my poetry as well as how to bring emotion out of my piece as a whole and reach my readers.What you see, is what you get...I hope you like my poetry. If you have any Q's write me here or send to my email: Sexy_goddess2009@yahoo.com THANX
T.K Owens's Works:
T.K Owens Poems
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We cast aside... aside our facades... to make way for our beliefs. We learn...
I consider them vague, I consider them a plague. I consider them weak, and very afraid.
Do you have the audacity to doubt my veracity? Or even to insinuate that I would prevaricate? While I'll thrust my phalanges into your physiognomy with such intensity, That it will horizontalize your purpendicularity.
Stick your head up, poke out your nose, you gotta look good, you know how it goes. Make sure your hair's not out of place,
Gone, But Not Forgotten
That crazy hat, those baggy black and white clothes that eloquent smile, that will no longer be shown. That intellect you tried to hide.
The brevity of life, The brevity of love, The brevity of death, While watching from above.
To that witch light doth break, to swallow whole, a darkness within' to be but hidden among the facade of innocence, but be known to thine own heart to be filled with falsehoods and wickedness,
Do you remember when we used to talk, talk about the harsh realities of life, talk about the happy times and sometimes the bad, when we used to argue because one wnated one thing while the other wanted something else.
Inside Is A Soul
Inside is a soul built with walls of light the world, it taints these walls. The entangled shadows of blackness slowly creep upon the lightened walls, like a snake on it's prey... it strikes!
The battled crys of the fallen...hark, Peace! But deep within, rages like the loudest tempest, the ultimate storm... only to relay the message of premature war. The seeds of wisdom, so deeply entrenched, are strewn across the arctic ground without regard.
I wanted to go and play... Go and play on the Devil's playground. I just wanted to expierence the sinister side for one instant... For one instant I wanted to be bad.
I think I need help I'm all over the place. I'm sure you can tell by the look on my face.
He closes his eyes and begins to cry, over and over he wishes to die. I want to let him know im here, but all he seems to do is fear.
Here's a bloodstained letter just for you, a broken heart ripped in two. The dreams I had have now been broken, that last words you have spoken.
Stick your head up,
poke out your nose,
you gotta look good, you know how it goes.
Make sure your hair's not out of place,
put extra makeup all over your face.
Make sure your dentist does your teeth perfect,
you want the poor to feel like their stupid.
Remember to always think your better than the rest,
only then can you pass the test.