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Poetry
Do you know what each
Day away from you
Does to me? Each one
Hour without me
Seeing you, touching
You, hearing you, or
Kissing you, is as
Painful as a thin
Twisting knife in the
Heart. The less I see
You, the more I want
To see you, need to
See you; the less I
Touch you, the greater
The urge to touch you,
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Poetry
Autumn in New York,
And the broads, the bars,
The booze and Billie
Singing with the boys
In the band, and Pres
On his sax, a limp
Cigarette hanging
From his lips, his eyes
Half-closed, his mind on
Other matters, and
He remembering
All this way back in
37 or
38 he just
Couldn’t be sure of
The date, just the way
Billie sang, her voice
Taking him apart,
Breaking into his ...
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Poetry
Tina had a copy
Of Dylan Thomas’s
Deaths& Entrances in
Her coat pocket to read
When she wasn’t busy
In the old shop with its
Moronic customers,
And now and then, she’d take
Out the book, open wide
The covers, as she did
Her legs for her lovers,
And gorged herself on those
Poems within and got
To ...
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Poetry
I fell like writing a poem,
But nothing comes to mind.
I wrote a great one once,
But that was only once.
I have only ever written two poems,
In my whole life's course- so far
That is a wondrous track record.
Would not you agree?
I fell like writing a poem,
But instead of words of grace,
Came only this in its place.
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Poetry
Now i lay me down to sleep to dream and drift untill i wake
Wandering wondrously amid heavans airy stairs
listen to the babble, so slightly dabble with your unconsciousness
Drift under your dream to the realm unseen and seek you out
the truth of what your about, to learn what you yern
now look at your life, what of it did you truely earn?
What was gi...
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Poetry
I am my own killer.
Constantly driving myself madder.
Constantly questioning my own answers.
I am my murderer.
Picking out the bad things.
The things that needed to be there.
I am my slayer.
Crucifying myself with mixed emotions.
Liars and lovers feeding me my poison.
I am my dagger
I am my arrow
I am my bloodstain
I am my gun
I am my crucifix
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Poetry
Give me my sanctity
Get away. Leave me be.
After what you did to me,
I can't just come to see.
Why. After all this you want,
me back, do you want to taunt?
I loved you, I cared.
But I questioned what was there.
You gave me my hope,
then strung me up with rope.
I still can't forgive you now, or ever.
My mistakes abou...
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Poetry
I thought everything was better
But soon I came to realize
I had caught hold of a false hope
You say my affection is very much so returned
And yet you show no love
I let you slip far away
I can only blame myself
Long ago I envied all couples happiness
But then I had you
And now I am back to the beggining
For though you say you are there
You are very much so gone
I only wish...
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Poetry
Depression.
A dark, steep, slippery hole
Once you fall in, there is almost no getting out
I fell in once
It took your love to get me out
Now I am falling in again
Because I have just realized
You were lying
No affection is returned
Where is the one I fell in love with?
I cannot believe I let you slip from my grasp
We had our ups and downs
And yet we stuck wit...
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Poetry
Blue to Black
And I'm the one you cannot trust
Sitting here alone, trying to get over this miserable lust
How can I still have these emotions
Why does my head want to give so much devotion
When everytime I tried I got thrown away
I guess I didn't understand what was all at stake
Cut me open and rip it all out
Split open the seams and...
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Poetry
Where are you my love my heart my soul?
Three times ive seen a pale shadow of you each time
you fade when i start to glow with love for you
I burn yearning for a look a touch a kills what i would
give to know you for you to know me
I would bare my soul for you love for you wouldn't mind
you love me all of me good and the ...
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Poetry
Ah,
Auschwitz,
Said Josef,
Even today
After all these years,
I can still smell
And taste the
Falling
Ash.
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Poetry
So there thoughts i had when writing a letter tonight... its a rough draft will edit and make many changes at a later time...Just some thoughts in the raw..; )
He walks away
with only hurtful things left to say
The words 'I hate you' seem to just replay
Looking up with sad eyes
wondering if this really is the demise
A tear falls silently down my cheek
thinking of what could, should, would
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Poetry
Her only crime
Is getting old,
Forgetting to
Pee at the right
Time in the right
Place; forgetting
The previous
Visitor’s face;
Talking softly
With the dead who
Answer her back,
Conversing with
The living as
If they were dead;
Remembering
Things that others
Want to forget
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Poetry
It hasn't been the same without you.
Your feel, your breath, your scent.
But as lonely as I have been I won't relent.
I know you'll come back to me.
Because I need you and you need me. Right?
My hopes rise at the thought of a sight.
As I wait by my door, curled into a ball.
I remember the things you would say.
Sometimes in between men you could sway.
Bu...
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Poetry
Gravity
Kneeling, my head propped up to the sky
The angels, their mouths open wide
Waiting for me to jump inside
I wish I could stay and unzip this disguise
Leave this monstrous mask behind
But I can't step out fully healed in this life
The days, they fly by
The sun, it's not as bright
Your drugged up face, it makes me cry
&...
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Poetry
The Loyal Soldier
Cold and black, the machine gun hangs from my shoulder
The bullets sitting in the chamber will bring us all closer
Looking around, there's really not much left
The once beautiful landscape, now colorless and bereft
The smell of dead bodies is getting so strong
Innocent civilians lay dead, all gone
I don't make the rules h...
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Poetry
Oh America, don't you know that you can't live without me? Hate me, hurt me, burn me, but, the bonds that bind us be, Stronger than the winds of discontent calamity and revolutionary strife you need to know. We are your children strikeing, blind to you, but to the cosmos, winds and tides of change. Seeing, feeling, gut feelings, and the hand of the high, moves us, as yourselves, in whirlpools, lest you die. Do what you must, but understand ...
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Poetry
I watch you crumble,
right before my very eyes,
there's nothing i can do,
but listen to your silent cries,
You don't want my help,
your pride holds you back,
i reach out my hand,
but you retract,
Helplessly i watch,
as the undertow pulls you in,
keeping you captive,
and taking you within,
I have no choice,
but to k...
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Poetry
The cotton is high,
But not as high as
The negro lynched in
Florida, for what
They didn’t say; some
Talk survived, but just
The speculation kind;
No one seemed to mind,
No one thought it wrong,
Except a few who
Kept their secret selves
To themselves, and looked
Some other way; happens,
One man said, kind of
Posing his head to
One side like a bad
Broken neck or such,
And grinned;...
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