Craig Rozniecki
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The Touch of Love, The Touch of HateA Poem by Craig RoznieckiThe Touch of Love, The Touch of HateYour gentle touch,Warm embrace,Along my neck, my back,My arms, my face,Filled with warmth,My heart feels complete,.. |
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The Vanishing ActA Poem by Craig RoznieckiThe Vanishing ActA gift bestowed upon you,A giddy smile comes across your face,Warming me up inside,Instilling happiness in us both,A poem I write for.. |
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ConnectionA Poem by Craig RoznieckiConnectionA feeling strikes me,As her eyes penetrate deeply into mine,All other persons and sounds drowned out,The crowded room becoming just she and .. |
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Everyone Except HerA Poem by Craig RoznieckiEveryone Except HerAmazing to a friend,Intelligent to another,Cute to a stranger,Strong to my father,Attractive to an acquaintance,Funny to an ex,Tale.. |
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The FallA Poem by Craig RoznieckiThe FallWords emanate from my mouth,The origin being my heart,Leaving myself open to pain,As I become vulnerable,My feelings strengthen,Which my words.. |
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Illiterate in LoveA Poem by Craig RoznieckiIlliterate in LoveAble to read the paper,Able to read a report,Able to read an essay,I'm illiterate in love,A child's happiness I can read,An animal's.. |
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Room TemperatureA Poem by Craig RoznieckiRoom TemperatureWalking along the desert,I feel the blazing heat,As a smile comes across my face,In the knees I feel weak, The sun brightens the sky,T.. |
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A Vicious CycleA Poem by Craig RoznieckiA Vicious CycleA vicious cycle,I'm unable to break,Seeking answers,To learn from my mistakes,Retracing my steps,Rehashing my words and actions,Wonderi.. |
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The Re-AwakeningA Poem by Craig RoznieckiThe Re-AwakeningPushed into a dark hole,Unable to find my way out,Farther down the hole I fall,Not knowing when I'll stop,Numbness fills my body,Pain .. |
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Introduction - Laughter Is Possibly Inevitable (an..A Story by Craig RoznieckiIntroduction - Laughter Is Possibly Inevitable Some people may refer to me as crazy. I like to think of myself as creative. At least, that&rsq.. |
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The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
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