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Here sounds lonely
Tocking clock
Dripping faucet
Chirping crickets
Tires thumping bricks
As they move past
Never stopping here
Here sounds lo..
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You appeared, a pale blue wash against the angry sky
Disabling the anger, allowing desire to replace it
Blotting out decades of burnt umber and bit..
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There are some days one never wants to forget...
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A new global pandemic-- the infection: apathy
Mob-mentalitied multitudes never go against the grain
Common thought is tantamount to an absence of th..
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It's funny how your job can define you as a person, not only in public opinion, but within the confines of your own mind. Our pride can go up or down ..
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A poem in Rondeau form. This is just what flowed when I set down to write. I had no vision before embarking.
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You care, but you don't know how to show me,
I feel, but I have to suck it up, move forward, deal
Because it's for you I feel, not the man I want y..
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How does one control a mountain, a valley, a river, or an ocean?
I am navigating a vivid landscape filled with hills and vales,ridges and streams,
s..
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I'm inside a box, held down by the fear that's holding you
My emotions tangled, splayed out on the threads of your doubt
For how can I admit I can f..
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Written for a friend who suddenly decides he is not "good enough" to be a poet.
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