Choka

A Poem by Tim Lion

Choka

when laughter turns cold,

my drumbeat becomes rampant.

when beauty goes dark,

my stars fall like wounded birds.

the dead never rise,

this sick world never changes,

just rearranges the hurt.

© 2011 Tim Lion

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Kenneth The Poet

Stellar. Simply so.

Posted 14 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

these are beautiful words

Posted 14 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on October 24, 2011
Last Updated on October 24, 2011

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Tim Lion

Lake Worth, FL

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Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..