this is where I will put all of my poetry that has been on my front page(or my home page if you will)
*KEN DOLL*
Look at her,
a voice trails threw
the silver halls of hate.
A pretty ken doll stands
in her way to freedom.
Rage appears at the end
of her arms,
fallowed by the secret
streaming water,
found in her forest
Green windows
that attache
the world to her mind.
The ugliness that ensued
became beauty and rhythm.
Poetry in red, black and blue.
Look at him,
a voice trails threw
the silent whispering halls.
A rag doll stands over him.
A mole kissing the ground.
Such a pretty ken doll.
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