Submissions by Eugenia
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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The bottom line
One who confuses starboard and port
and say's fore when he really means aft
steers a wreck of a ship. In short
it's hardly as safe as a raft,
and almost every day
we have heard him say
that we are on the right course
that things could be alot worse,
that everything will come out fine.
But we have snagging doubts
about his outs,
anyway
that is his bottom line.
His men growing tired of the trip,
would like to adbandon the ship
for they suddenly remember
"tis the scary month of november
that a casting and counting of...
and say's fore when he really means aft
steers a wreck of a ship. In short
it's hardly as safe as a raft,
and almost every day
we have heard him say
that we are on the right course
that things could be alot worse,
that everything will come out fine.
But we have snagging doubts
about his outs,
anyway
that is his bottom line.
His men growing tired of the trip,
would like to adbandon the ship
for they suddenly remember
"tis the scary month of november
that a casting and counting of...
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a shattered dream
When I first saw you, you caught my eye. I felt your pain and wanted to take it away,
The first time we met I had no words, speechless an uncomfortable place for me,
From that point on I desired your company, your love, your everything.
The first time we touched was exciting, confusing and I found myself afraid.
I feared letting you into my world, my mind and most of all my heart.
You melted my fears away and with one cold breath built them back up.
This hot and cold has wasted me away-- am I no longer what you desire?
When you...
The first time we met I had no words, speechless an uncomfortable place for me,
From that point on I desired your company, your love, your everything.
The first time we touched was exciting, confusing and I found myself afraid.
I feared letting you into my world, my mind and most of all my heart.
You melted my fears away and with one cold breath built them back up.
This hot and cold has wasted me away-- am I no longer what you desire?
When you...
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