True poets turn words to nectar That flows from the page to your mind. Soft, gentle, sweet. I am not a true poet. I am a torturer of words. I chain them to the page, Bind them in my meaning. Brand them ? and smile as they sizzle. Only when…
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Rainbow and Gray
There?s a girl on my mind, A rainbow to my gray. She can still make me smile From fourteen hundred miles away. Four months since the goodbye ?I?ll see you in two years.? Time ticks by quite cruelly. Fate must hate engineers. But man, how I miss her How did…
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Endings
What if that third pig was just as lazy, and the wolf ate his fill? Jack and Jill not really thirsty, so neither fell down the hill? To be or not to be, and the decision was the latter? If Richard III got his horse, would it really matter? If…
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Time Burns
Barely Recognizable, Immolated. Days Generated Each Singe.
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The Real World
Welcome to the World Said with a door slam Here?s your cubicle The bathrooms down the hall The trashcan is right there, Feel free to throw in your dreams. Uniqueness is encouraged Just keep it to yourself. Imagine you?re a single cell in a huge, thriving organism But your somewhere…
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My Passion Awakened
The light is hallucinogenic as a cityscape reflects on the asphalt. The rain is almost apologetic as it patters down on its way to the gutter. A lone figure is pathetic, remebering where he’s been. His passion trying to be poetic as he grasps where he was. His soul no…
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Her Body
Tonight, he draws her from the cold with his hands. His fingertips draw back the sheets. Brushing back her hair, his fingers trace down her body. Color brushes up her face as he begins his work. Given time, she obtains a perfection only he can give her. Tomorrow, everyone will…
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Best
The best poetry comes in dreams and leaves your mind as you wake. A personal gift to you.
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Lone
My lone soul screams out against the blackness, hoping someone will hear. My tortured voice starts to dim as distant echoes are the only reply. My cobwebbed mind grasps at nothing, since no one else is near. My one reason is losing ground as I start to battle Why.
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F You Too.
Angry words from me are rare and few, but I had to write this down to make sure it was true. Obviously, you’ve forgotten everything we went once knew, Or perhaps, it just meant more for me than for you. Either way, its the worst betrayal I’ve been through. But…