David Wesley Burton
Glendale, Arizona
David Wesley BurtonGlendale, Arizona |
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My name is David W. Burton, I am twenty-three years old. I write poems to complement my feelings. I have ten poems published by the National Library of Poetry. I would like to publish a whole book of my own poetry. Many of my poems are negative, or sad, most were written in the hardest times for me. The deaths of some of my loved ones has inspired some of my poetry. |
THIS HOLEI got this hold inside of meWhere the anger falls But it's all my fault I let you do this to me I want to show you my hole I want to shove you down inside Live there for a while Now do you see Your evil little heart lets you I gave it all up to you I let it all slip away It all fell down into my hole I'm gonna bring you there I'm gonna hurt you there I want to do all the things I shouldn't I want to say all the things that hurt I want to shove you down inside my hole Give back to you your emptiness And take back my soul I sold so long ago Do you see the rotted flesh I've been dead for so long I've lived in this hole for so long Hatred has kept me going I know where you sleep I know your pleasure I want to take it all away from you I want to shove you deep in my hole |
UntitledA friend to the end(under the steeple) I'd give myself for you (in the church) You were a shoulder to dry on (somewhere in the crowd) The body in a casket (I am lost and crying) Wife, aunt, friend, and mother Everyone loved you I don't understand why How does this happen You were a part of me My heart will never be the same A hole for a friend In the heavens she resides No longer by our side A part of us all has past and died Please don't throw dirt on my sister (I really thought I'd lost it all) (But I only took it for granted) |
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