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Danny Price

Danny Price

The Blend of an Era

he remembers the grapes
as they would vine through his blood
like galaxies looking for a home
 
welcomed with a kiss from his always purple lips
 
stars tickled his heart
and he was able to rest
 
a god
pleased with the universe he had created

Otras obras de Danny Price...
[he burns through the keys]

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
[in my timber heart]

in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
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[submerged so deeply]

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
A Song She Wrote in a Dream

as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
Everyone Thinks You’re Ugly

they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
Stale Doughnuts

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
Paul Setser and the Rest Of Us

visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
Once Upon a Time...

there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
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Gentrification

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
Magic

human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
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Two Shades of Darkness

You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…
The Most Important Page: A Poet's Motivational Speech To Himself

notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
Greetings from a Star-Crossed Lover

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
Between The Writer And The Ink

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
Eclipse 3

darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
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