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A Curse Monster I've Made
I can taste the jealous bile biting the throat, A curse monster I've made spitting beautifully into my eyes. I can, too, recall those hang dog hours of self-pity, loathing the life & breath inside me. I can, too, conjure devils & death if I wish. Black cold brutality of the reality we must wade through on our mediocre rise…
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No name
I haven't wanted to try and float for so long my feet are planted deep like my oak trees The light hasn't quite reached my heart's scar It's still there! the sudden shake to reality last night I had a nightmare again I thought of weary soldiers, come home (Never to leave the war zone in their dreams) I was relieved to be…
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poem
this is funny my neighbor comes running over and says i got it i got the flava so he's says this one is called front page news never give up your innocence your my love without your the most beautiful to me ancient love within you grace your air is the breeze your tone is my home your beauty blinds me when you whisper i…
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For the sake of argument
I have always had to work more than one job to try to keep my family afloat I'd love to have more time to play and dream, but if I took it, we'd be in Trouble I value my husband for many reasons but perhaps one of his biggest gifts to me has been helping me raise our Autistic son when he was young and difficult And, he has…
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Really???
Running the gamut on self expression, Is it acknowledgement, you so desire? Is it your imagination begging to be heard? Is it your will, asking for acceptance?
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nothing here for me
it's easy to see when i can feel the more i heal the more it hurts nothing here for me nothing here for me nothing here for me nothing here for me off to the sea up with the trees out like the wind in with the seed nothing here for me nothing here for me nothing here for me nothing here for me and i tried to resurrect…
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poem
Walking small and lost along that long, dark path A woman stopped with a smile, and addressed me as she passed She said, "I've been wandering here for quite some time now. I still keep searching, but it seems I've forgotten how. It seems I didn't listen, or at least that's what they say What's wrong with living?" She…
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no death
people television real life hospital needle scissor blood death little girl cinderella princess love trailer old man older woman beer drugs shame disease emphysema decaying reality closed eyes of the heart close em tighter and forget dont search, or you might just find a blooming flower in the middle of this chaos opening…
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goodnight all
out of work and head for home!
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frontline
I ran past the frontline Past the garden of old Everyone kept looking Though nothing was told So I gave myself up and I layed on the ground What an awful feeling Myself it would surround And what a regret Why did I compromise? What to expect? A place in the frontline How did I handle? I didn't very well Though in the back…
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a poem i once heard...
fire... when you touch it... it's hot.
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poetry that rhymes
its been done and done to death and only makes the poem sound like a nursery rhyme and bad...but if you're trying to mock the fact that your poem rhymes then that's Okay, but otherwise it just sounds forced. in other words its really, really hard to write a good poem that uses a rhyming pattern...everyone should try it but…
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footprints in the mud
a child sleeps under a tree he has a dream of walking with jesus he looks around filled with wonder as his life passes before him looks behind them notices the footprints they are leaving in the mud at journeys end he notices many times there are only one set of prints jesus explains these are the times things were rough…
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Last Ride
Ok, this scares me to death, but I thought I'd share one of my poems. Last Ride I think of riding in the car that evening, brown eyes reflecting the onyx plate road. Fractal slices of the moon split on the porcelain ribbon, alabaster ice cream sliding off scalloped edges onto hard, frozen ground. One lurch, two, wheezing…
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freedom of speech
i'm new to this board but have been reading it a bit to try and get educated on some stuff i didn't know about pearl jam like stuff about how dave abbruzzeze left etc. but was shocked by some of the stuff written anti ed for speaking out about Bush this issue is dead now and i don't want to argue or spark anything up…
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not poetry...
nevermind... good album, eh? (:
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He Had a Lot to Say....
"I Have A Dream" by Martin Luther King, Jr, Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963. Source: Martin Luther King, Jr: The Peaceful Warrior, Pocket Books, NY 1968 Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This…
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Listen
The word goes on forever/ maybe it should rest Just listen to my voice/ like a note No matter what is said You love me It's good like bread It mends my head To know i feel the same Just listen to the soul It brings you home It comforts me to know Your always there You always care And i love you Just the same
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Last Kiss
When I was younger my mom would sing this song to me, but she would put my name in the lyrics saying "oh where oh where could my Lulu be." (Lulu being my nickname) I often thought of this song as my life; I felt lost growing up I didn't always fit it. When I would think about ending my own life I would think about her…
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Hung
There seems to be moments that just hang there in time. As if there were on silent replay, they repeat themselves. Seeking refuge, some live here, relinquishing their voice. They too live on repeat, with no sound, no light other than the memory. Some, refuse to acknowledge the memory; it never fades. But they deny it…