Marks

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  • Tadanori
  • has darkness in his eyes but there is slowly light beginning to shine in his heart

Marks

3 to 5,
My the marks are getting high.
First the sting then the burn,
I'm starting to wonder if it really hurts.
Then to high,
Better than wanting to die.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Tadanori’s Poems (12)

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The Wait 0
Invain 0
That Boy In The Showers 2
Marks 0
Evergreen 1
Untitled 1
Last Moment 2
Hold 0
Winter Leaves 1
Loudness 0
Poetry 1
The Dismal Life of a Vampire 3