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Poetry
Free From These Chains.
I know what I did was wrong,
And there was no reason for it.
But I’m glad I did it.
I killed the chains that held me,
I was longing to be free
So I made my escape
I’m almost free,
I’ll break my new chains
I need freedom
One day I’ll be free
No more chains
Just me.
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Poetry
Slave
I sit her, staring at my chains
Wondering what I did
Why I can’t be free
Was I ever free?
I can’t remember a time I was
I might’ve always been a slave.
A slave to my parents
The boss, my paycheck, my wife,
Then my master
I long to be free
To live as I’d like
But never, as long as I’m a s...
04/28/2008 | 70 Hits | 4 comments |   (2 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
Frustrating to think…
To wait…
To dream…
Anticipating one little sound
A squeak, a groan, a hiccup
A snore, a giggle, a snort
Tiny plump fingers
Grip on tightly, little toes
Big yawn from a tiny mouth
All I see is pink tongue and gums
What will your voice sound like?
Will my heart melt?
When you say
Mama
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Poetry
In a damp and deserted cottage,
Stands a lone four-paned window.
Stained with deceit and grief,
Cracked with time and age.
A dismal light appears in a single pane
Reflecting off the cracked walls.
The once hue-filled wallpaper,
Cheerful and bright,
Now faded gray,
Cheerless and starless,
Peeling at its edges.
Pictures and chalk drawings
Once crowded and overlapped these walls.
Now...
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Poetry
He lives
And he eats.
But it is only I
Who knows
Of his
Secret death.
I watch his every move
And de-code his vibrant smile.
His farewell signs are
In his every stir and budge.
I look into his eyes
And their brown color are illusions
Over the gray underneath.
His soul has cracks
And most of the chips
Have fallen away.
My friends all at...
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Poetry
She would have him
Love her and love
Her more, have him
Spend his money
On her until
He’s poor, then leave
Him quick for some
Other amour,
Not caring if
He live or die
Or spend his life
In doubtful thought
Of wrong he did
Or not, she will
Have men deserve
Her so, some who
Are coming while
Others ...
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Poetry
Standing on the shore
Wet sand beneath my feet
I can feel the waves wash them
Tears flowing through my cheeks
I love the sea.
Standing on a cliff,
I watched the waves hit the rocks
I smell that damp air.
It presses towards my cheeks
At this moment
I think of you
Of how well you disappoint me
I thought you were to ask, "Will you marry me?"...
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Poetry
He couldn’t believe
How many gold teeth
Had been extracted
From the cold mouths of
The dead and piled up
Before him on his
Bench or in boxes
On the floor. Whose teeth?
What victims were they?
Jews? He guessed they were,
But whether he or
She or how they smiled
Once on some summer’s
Day or how they laughed
And at what, he did
Not know, and didn’t
Let his intere...
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Poetry
The Timeless Beauty of Christmas
Children see the moment, the now,
The sparkling snow, never the plow.
Loving the chill as well as the thaw.
Their minutes filled with wonder and awe,
Expressed through the sparkle dancing in their eyes,
Fullness of joy, laughter, and surprise.
Living the love we all long to share…
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Poetry
BEAUTY OF FEET
Feet are surely funny things.
Each of us have two.
Beyond the number of our parts,
No one else’s quite like you.
Your feet are white and wrinkly,
While mine are dry and cracked.
If people really saw my feet,
Who could I attract?
She prances on her tippy toes.
He’s clumsy like a clown.
Those toes are wiggly worms,
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Poetry
Childlike Snowflakes
Inspired by flurries spinning past my eyes.
Hypnotic movement, beauty in the skies.
Dancing and shifting, so playful and free,
Falling and rising while surrounding me.
Light is reflected, so dazzling and bright.
All is breathtaking, a most awesome sight.
Across the sky hangs a flowing white drape.
I pause to focus on a single shape.
I have overlooked… beauty that ...
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Poetry
The dog is such a lovely creature
which shows us the unconditional love by nature
whenever it looks me just wags its tail
not just a moment its love fail
every moment in my life I feel the warmth
doctors advise about the company of dog in psychological growth
people say you wasted life if not read literature or listened to music
but i will say without a dog your life is sick
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Poetry
Don’t be so… she started,
then lost her way,
to random thoughts.
And upon returning
found him gone
as if those three words
were enough.
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Poetry
What should I do?
You can’t fly with broken wings.
I know this, I’ve tried.
Why did you do this?
Break my fragile wings.
Making me a slave of the ground.
How can you do this?
Hurt me with mo remorse?
Not even a sorry, or comfort.
The pain that torments me
Being stuck here
Where I can never be free.
Broken wings,
Broken h...
04/26/2008 | 72 Hits | 3 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
What Once Was
There shouldn’t be any tears left.
They all fell long ago.
Everything was falling around me,But I had you.
You were my rock, by best friend.
And sometimes even my savior.
You were always there for me.
It wasn’t a promise, just an unspoken agreement,
That’s now broken.
I hate myself, what I’ve become.
I should be stronger, for you....
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Poetry
It was her body
From tits to toes; each
Part from those dull dark
Places to bright eyes
That made men surprised
And set them on edge
And made them go weak
At the knees, it was
Her flesh, the soft skin,
Intimate places,
The dark depth within;
Each tiny hair; each
Minute spot was hers
To see, to touch, t...
04/25/2008 | 98 Hits | 4 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
Bad habits
Hard to break
Bad habits
Easy to take
Bad habits
Not hard to start
Bad habits
Consumes your heart
Bad habits
Shouldn't have taken part
Bad habits
Can turn you soul black
Bad habits
Don't get you on track
Bad habits
Ruin your life
Bad habits
Don't believe the hype
Bad habits
Can blind...
04/25/2008 | 99 Hits | 4 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
Your blood boils
Your heart is pounding
Sirens in you head sounding
Like a snake you body coils
You get tense
You get a rush
Your head's about to bust
Your hands clench
You start to sweat
You feel heat
Your body feels weak
You become a nervous wreck
You want to crawl in a hole
You get wicked thoughts
You get mad adrenaline shots
Your heart feels cold
...
04/25/2008 | 69 Hits | 3 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
Unstable
And apparently you do not see what I can see
You can't see the clown in the mirror staring back at me
You can't see these marks on my skin
You can't see all of our memories I still hide within
You can't see my barrier has broken down
You can't see my struggle to turn everything around
But I can see your face, it obstructs my view
...
04/25/2008 | 114 Hits | 8 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
gone was the girl once innocent
of love, heartaches and of grief
gone was the girl who used to play
paper dolls, barbies and teddy bears
gone was the girl who used to watch
the Popeye shows and Peter Pan's
gone was the girl who used to dream
of Cinderella and her prince
gone was the girl who used...
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