Traci Frogley:
“Too Strange”. So not for the world. I am too strange. I should have been yielding to love ... I do not believe my heart. I have no joy. Too ... too... too ... disinterested. #makeblackoutpoetry Created in a book by John Carroll
Traci Frogley:
“The Sculptor”. The sculptor would turn the clay carefully ... ready to be done. Impatience and disgust in the production of a great work not completed. #makeblackoutpoetry Created in a book by John Carroll
Traci Frogley:
“FATE DESCENDS”. The last six months were the end. She found herself to burn with impatience. Indeed, fate dared descend for her ... but ... crept slowly “. #makeblackoutpoetry Created in a book by John Carroll
Traci Frogley:
“AH YOUTH”. Wild, passionate, mad, I am more than doubtful. Empty talk. Shaken down. Poetically intoxicated. Dead. Taking a drink, I go in to fight ... set up for defeat. #makeblackoutpoetry Created in a book by John Carroll
Traci Frogley:
“MIXED UP”. Acting as a rebel, I reach a point, when doubted, I seem to split into parts. #makeblackoutpoetry Created in a book by John Carroll
Traci Frogley:
“MOVING ON” talking to herself, she watched till he was out of sight. she cried and threw herself down. glad to get this over. #makeblackoutpoetry Created in a book by John Carroll
Traci Frogley:
“THE SUN NOW RISEN” plain, beyond all words, the night was dead. devil spoke; god did appear and drew near. hell, gloomy and ruddy, visible ... blank. the sun, now risen, splashed light covering all with white. #makeblackoutpoetry Created in
Traci Frogley:
“LET ME GO” by Traci Frogley Evening lies ... lion-like and alert. I wish to leave ... before the light fails . #makeblackoutpoetry Created in a book by John Carroll
Traci Frogley:
“CHANGE” By Traci Frogley. Dry your tears...I bid you go quickly... change all these things done.... change and be courteous... in conduct #makeblackoutpoetry Created in a book by John Carroll
Traci Frogley:
“BECOMING ONE” by Traci Frogley . . . lie unclothed male and female press close with lust, measureless love, kisses. Sane, relieved, sweating ... Free and open they pass the night, not afraid. #makeblackoutpoetry Created in a book by John Carroll
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Wallow. Blackout poetry 10-2018
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Bare denial. Blackout poetry. 10-18
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Trans-will Blackout poem 10-18
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Me not you. Blackout poetry 10-18
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Cameron blackout poetry 10-18
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Depressive Science blackout poetry 11-18
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Red for Kahlo blackout poem 11-18
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Never had. blackout poetry 11-18
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Wish=/Want blackout poetry 11-18
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Don’t believe the emotion blackout poetry 11-18
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R U Amused? Blackout poem 11-18
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Hidden potential. Blackout poetry 11-18
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Tracking failure. Blackout poetry 11-18
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Broken fool. Blackout poetry 11-18
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Mind mess. Blackout poetry 11-18
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Exposed. Blackout poetry 11-18
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How dare you question? Blackout poetry 11-18
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You might want to look elsewhere. Blackout poetry. 11-18
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What did you say? Blackout poetry 11-18
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Chaos on your mind. Blackout poetry 11-18
