poems

  • Keep Running

    Keep Running

    What keeps you going?

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  • Death of a Lily

    Death of a Lily

    Is it wrong that I like to watch them die? They limp from dehydration, unable to stand up straight. They are entirely dependent on me. Once I quench their thirst, I know they will spring back, burst into life, and spread their arms out in love and devotion. I am in complete control, until I’m

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  • Stars and Butterflies

    Stars and Butterflies

    He walks into the room and I am surrounded by stars and butterflies. His air, his smell, his appearance is even greater than the loveliest of nights. He shines brighter than the moon and his confidence sparkles with the stars. I am his forever if he will shine his light towards me. He is almost

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  • Reset

    Reset

    Tension slowly eased out of my shoulders, and my toes dug deep into the warm sand. My toes dug deep into the warm sand, My mind gone blank as I shut my brown eyes. My mind gone blank as I shut my brown eyes, Filling it with the sounds of the the rushed tide. Filling

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  • A Second Glance

    A Second Glance

    Sipping on wine and setting up this game. Then you come along and announce your name. I am offended by your confidence and ashamed of your stance, And that was my judgement at first glance. Yet upon another, Your eyes tell me this is where kindness dwells, And the deeper I look, the more my

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  • The Waterfalls

    The Waterfalls

    I hear the waterfalls. The powerful rumbling drowns out those memories – Memories of regret and calamities. I hear the trees. The crisp rustling of the leaves whisper over my thoughts, As they try to rationalize the consequences I’ve bought. I hear the rain. Every fall invades my conscience. Each drop a welcoming interruption. Finally,

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  • That Infection Called Love

      Memories of you and I still linger –  They give me unnecessary headaches.  As annoying as an unseen splinter,  The stinging reminds me of my mistakes.    It’s an infection creeping through my head,  Slowly making it’s way through my body.  Insects finding a way to live and spread,  Succeed in finding life to

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  • A Serial Killer’s Sonnet

      I wish to place your hand in mine sweet dear, To touch the warmth of your fragile, soft skin, And take you to lovely dreams. Oh, don’t fear! For you shall not be watched or stalked by sin.    Strangers are forbidden here, in this place. None will follow or cling to your sweet

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  • Flirting Moon

    Flirting Moon

    An oldie but a goodie.

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