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Till Death
Till Death
Till Death
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Till Death

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Not all poems elicit the positive emotional responses. Sometimes, poetry is where we trap the monster of hate and hurt and betrayal. Thirty Two poems from Author and Poet Cody Toye featuring "Suicide Sally and Moonatic Wolf".

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 17, 2015
ISBN9781310009020
Till Death
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Cody Toye

The love of a child's laughter inspired me to write children's books. With every passing day more and more wonderful visions of worlds yet to be created fill my head. After some time I decided to try my hand at adult fiction and short story writing. Though it is unique in its own way, short stories and horror could not fill the void and my word-crafting obsession is still children's books.

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    Till Death - Cody Toye

    Suicide Sally

    Suicide Sally

    She such a doll

    She uses razor blades

    And tear drops fall

    She’s so pretty

    This is true

    But still

    She jealous

    That she is not you

    Her smile is so divine

    Her pain and anguish too real

    Yet she is told

    Just how to feel

    Suicide Sally

    She’s such a doll

    When the time comes

    And she makes the call

    A cry for help?

    No. Not at all

    Suicide Sally

    She’s such a doll

    A smile so divine

    Will you help her at all?

    You will wait

    Until blood drops fall

    *~*~*

    Ink Blood

    I live my stories

    This is true

    I vision creatures all night through

    This is your party

    I am your host

    You are my reader

    I am your ghost

    When you shriek with such a fright

    I clap my hands with such delight

    You live my stories

    I live your fears

    You feed my ego and I wipe your tears

    When the moon begins to set

    You lay your weary head to rest

    Another night we shared a bond

    Another book has come and gone

    It’s not blood coursing through my veins

    Its ink for you

    Bled on pages

    For your brain

    *~*~*

    Un-Carved Pumpkin

    The blank expressions of humanity

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