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2d ©

She said I shouldn't love another, and I believed her. Now I sit here every night, not moving on. I don't date, I don't flirt, I don't even look at anyone new. Her words still sit in my head like a rule I can't break. Friends tell me it's been long enough, that I should try again. I nod, say maybe...Read more

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4d ©

wings to fly granted I reach the heavens, drown in clouds. clouds all around, it tastes like cotton candy, let me stay. I'm too tired, I start falling fast alright I'm looking around. it's too beautiful, I let myself fall through, embracing the clouds. ...Read more

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4d ©

sorry my poems are inadequate, no rhyme in them that makes snaps come easy, I apologize they don't grant full meaning to most sorry to my lovers , heaven knows I am for all I did not follow through to be, the things I didn't buy or do Rather yet say to make it all better. sorry to the world to...Read more

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5w ©

Do you sit and wonder if it all started differently and we fell in love at the start, or if it crashed and burned so completely, so hard, that I wouldn’t lie awake tearing my heart apart? If the ending had shattered, loud, cruel, and final, left no soft echoes, no lingering maybe, I could close the...Read more

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6w ©

We burn slowly like the last inch of a cigarette, ash trembling, too fragile to fall just yet. Your fingers trace the same bruise they made last week, apologetic in the dark, almost sweet. I let them. Because the hurt arrives wearing your perfume and I’ve already learned its name by heart. Smoke cu...Read more

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25w ©

"we never see your house",most say "not outside but we never go in," you must let us in rather you are a stranger. are you ready for what's inside? the decor with the ugly painting and self portraits of only me? or the dents in the walls, freshly painted too with uneven layers? welcome noneth...Read more

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25w ©

final incentives.... the sun light up, to show God's presence, omnipresent so to say that I accept thee into heaven, I'm not too into religion to add more, it only comes close to the end to realize, we have not lived we've only survived so far, is it worth it to gain the world but lose myself? I ...Read more

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27w ©

Tis said that great folks share the same minds, thus today I had a dream( Martin Luther king Jr), but mine is basic as only in their dreams can men be truly free, twas always thus and thus will be. I imagine a calm and quiet kind of sleep, the church bells are sounding in the distance, astoundin...Read more

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27w ©

drafting my piece, the end is nigh, high off something at my wits end, I'm done, writer's block or poets block, whichever is right, for the masses and the crowd. writing my piece, for my funeral and it is a must read and comment your reviews after, so I may read them as I pass on to the afterl...Read more

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28w ©

there's a saying that at the touch of love everyone becomes a poet, I doubt I'm in love but at 2am it's different, there's a calling for me to wake up, my heart's pounding, I can feel my heartbeat, it's quiet out, I'm scared . of what exactly I'm not sure, maybe the dark or the silence. no ...Read more

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29w ©

I don't like myself, I don't understand I can't , for how with skin so fine and fray, to run my fingers across your body tickling as you wriggle about, or eyes blue no green I can't decide that glare into the sunset orange or whatever I'm not good with colours exposing old souls trapped in young...Read more

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29w ©

2 am hour I'm awake again, this time sleep doesn't come easy. I long for morning, when I'm not alone but time moves slower now. devil's hour some say, everything is calm, too calm. most are deep in dreams not a sound to be heard. a minute has passed, is it morning? seems I'm in a loop, it's...Read more

young love, does it last, maybe in the past if you asked umasking the history, rather mystery of old young love. I met a couple today, been together since '46 or 47, dates don't matter. the latter, rather the man blissfully old with her sweetheart's purse in hand, if I may boldly say, got busin...Read more

Lovely stranger, we haven't met yet but I see you around sometimes. The night is lucky you know, it spends more time with you. But you don't know me yet and it should stay that way. You, always in a distance with me admiring, jealous of the rain falling upon skin, that's closer than my hands...Read more

Teach me kindness, this seems all the range these days as counterparts say. I must learn this power, that grants the chance to move mountains and girls, but one in particular I hope to amaze. Tales of kind men are rare but let me learn the basics. What to do? How to be empathetic, emotional an...Read more