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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
it is seeds that i try to sow within the words that i write
Unique
You bring feelings
that are hard
for me to speak
for to find a word
that has a meaning
to what I am feeling
is to find
something
unique
that are hard
for me to speak
for to find a word
that has a meaning
to what I am feeling
is to find
something
unique
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Sorrow
It is hard
to watch a friend
walking the path
of a fragmented mind
while sitting here
on this beach
of sorrow
gazing out
onto a sea
of my tears
watching someone
who has become
more than a friend
walk the path
alone
to watch a friend
walking the path
of a fragmented mind
while sitting here
on this beach
of sorrow
gazing out
onto a sea
of my tears
watching someone
who has become
more than a friend
walk the path
alone
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Fadeing path
Is it not
a lonely path
you walk
when
you are alone
with no one beside you
to share the burden
as you desperately try
to stay alive
on this fading path
of your humanity
that slowly merges
into the darkness
of ignorance
a lonely path
you walk
when
you are alone
with no one beside you
to share the burden
as you desperately try
to stay alive
on this fading path
of your humanity
that slowly merges
into the darkness
of ignorance
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True
It will take
more then gifts
what ever they may be
it will take
more then the words
the ones you rehearse
before you come
visit me
it will take
more
then the strokes
you give
for my pleasure
that rests
deep within my mind
that still waits
for the spark
that true touch
from your heart
more then gifts
what ever they may be
it will take
more then the words
the ones you rehearse
before you come
visit me
it will take
more
then the strokes
you give
for my pleasure
that rests
deep within my mind
that still waits
for the spark
that true touch
from your heart
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No E in Book
The feelings not there
and it is strange
but when I have
a pen in my hand
and paper laid down
with thoughts
running around my head
the feelings flow
but when I try to use
another device
blank
becomes my mind
so though the sweat
and frustrated
ignorant tears
I finally figured out
how
so when you touch
and turn the page
you feel the words
that begin to flow
into thoughts
you have yet
to know
and it is strange
but when I have
a pen in my hand
and paper laid down
with thoughts
running around my head
the feelings flow
but when I try to use
another device
blank
becomes my mind
so though the sweat
and frustrated
ignorant tears
I finally figured out
how
so when you touch
and turn the page
you feel the words
that begin to flow
into thoughts
you have yet
to know
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Cardboard
Are we the sum
of our choices
the sum of our actions
our fears
just ignorant little spirits
dressed in flesh
pretending to be
something
we have never met
of our choices
the sum of our actions
our fears
just ignorant little spirits
dressed in flesh
pretending to be
something
we have never met
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Not words
There are words
that are
not words
they are just but symbols
of a meaning
that brings upon
a hidden feeling
that cannot be
described
that are
not words
they are just but symbols
of a meaning
that brings upon
a hidden feeling
that cannot be
described
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Drunk
How many times
have you promised
how many times
have you said
as you
once again
look down
on a child
battered and beaten
laying there
on the kitchen floor
trying
to protect a mummy
who doesn't want
to be hurt
anymore
have you promised
how many times
have you said
as you
once again
look down
on a child
battered and beaten
laying there
on the kitchen floor
trying
to protect a mummy
who doesn't want
to be hurt
anymore
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Stress
What is it that whispers
from within the back
of your brain
what is it
that slips
twisted thinking
between the cracks
of the path
that you create
where every thought
that you make
hides a crossroads of fate
that awaits
for your decision
on what path
you will take
from within the back
of your brain
what is it
that slips
twisted thinking
between the cracks
of the path
that you create
where every thought
that you make
hides a crossroads of fate
that awaits
for your decision
on what path
you will take
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Fishing
We can no longer
go fishing
for common sense
becouse
our rod of reason
has broke
and the hands
that once held it
so tightly
have become
nothing more
then bones
go fishing
for common sense
becouse
our rod of reason
has broke
and the hands
that once held it
so tightly
have become
nothing more
then bones
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Destined
Are we destined
to be alone
strangers
in our own home
a place
that we wish to be
free
from the pain
of this society
to be alone
strangers
in our own home
a place
that we wish to be
free
from the pain
of this society
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Excape
Why do we always
try
to excape
from the thoughts
that we create
on the feelings
we keep trying
to break
try
to excape
from the thoughts
that we create
on the feelings
we keep trying
to break
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