Shauna Poems - Poems about Shauna

...We are great friends, Shauna and I. She is fun to talk to until the last five minutes. The last five minutes of every conversation is always about Kennil, her brother. Kennil is sick, a psycho......

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...The air stale, thick and cloudy with years of gin soaked carpet odor and cigarette vapor of inconsiderate drag and chain smokers. The colors smear together and the music disconnected and hypnotic. ......

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...I am utterly forgettable. I leave nothing behind except dust. Ask them later they won't have anything to recollect. I am not enough to leave an imprint on anyone. I am barely a dent in the ......

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...Time After Time When they found him he was wet, shivering, naked and under three burlap blankets. His skin was riddled with insect bites, bits of leaves and indescribable things were embedded in his......

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...Two rails and some broken boards. The train no longer runs through here. Trees have wrapped themselves around memories of time and the past. The rails shiny yet old and the boards rotted. Leaves a......

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...Woke up around 2. Dark and quiet. Just me and the moon. Too quiet. Almost wrong. I feel the other half of the bed. Empty. Just a cold space where you should be. Thunder heard in the dista......

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...Heavenly bliss Shawn and Shauna fell deeply in love And were on their way to be wed When a car, on that day, took their lives straight away As both of their bodies, lie dead But their spirit......

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..."Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" John Ruskin, 1853 Scattered all around Scrambling to pick up the pieces Of what is left Tha......

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...This just might be a deal breaker, But I do sound smarter on paper! A Rambling Righting Riley (Shauna Riley Morrison) For Linda-Marie's "Quote Me" Contest......

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...Questions Like poison injected, coursing through my veins Like soot inhaled, choking the air I breathe Questions Like screaming, deafening in my ears Like oiled cogs and gears, cranking in my......

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..."I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ." A Rambling Poet I see you… Scarred and renewed Passion in a pic......

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...1. I have invited Shauna Allebach to a date to my table to drink wine, She picks my flagon of rare ales and pours herself a glassful of wine, Sweet lips hanging from her wine's glass's tip ,I'm so......

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