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If I Could
I'd buy a Cabin at the water's edge, On the outskirt's of a one horse Port. I'd buy a guitar and learn how to play. Something I should have done long ago. I'd get me a Camera To capture what is... Leaving behind the still frames of heartache in my sole. I'd try to fix,What was once taken away. And sing again,As I was meant…
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The Silent Night
Suddenly silent into the face of a long journey home Looking into the eyes of a silent night as he turns to greet his end All becomes quiet All but the voice of who has come to take him home. Thinking back on a life that just started yesterday Just a boy on his father’s boat he learned to chart the seas He heard the tales…
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Have you ever seen her fly
The other day she said that she could feel the ocean As it moved the mountains in her heart She said she could make it rain on a sunny day She said that she lives in a castle far away She rides on the back of the dragon As she moves under cover of the sun Flying like the eagle in her dreams she soars across the sky She has…
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a piece of it
A moment of tension between two, when normally something would be learned and adjusted is lost because the balance is disrupted by others pushing in. It's difficult not to notice how it happens. It's like buying new shoes rather than fixing a broken shoelace. Or, buying a new dress rather than losing weight to fit into…
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A Time That Was Once You
The heavy steps of thunder Pass with every memory I have of you Every night I dream And every night I see a ghostly shadow Of a time that was once you. Speaking loudly so that you will hear All that I have to say And the thunder of a smile now past Has gone its own way. now the lightening has struck the temple And the…
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Forecast: Hot and Cloudy
she pushed back against him sending tremors of anxiety coursing through his veins an exaggerated sigh escaped his throat as he tried desperately to disconnect for fear that he would be led to the slaughter yet one more time…. fighting every urge to pull her even closer he rolled over feeling his heart beat in places…
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Last note in a drawer
Dear heart I've grown with age and you've grown too! the surrounding world has turned a lot of times yet the only piece that has remained unchanged is the love itself and I feel glad it survived grateful and blessed even though everything else changed I love you always you can rely on that xoxo
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Howl by Allen Ginsberg
I'm watching a movie called Howl (netflix streaming). its about the poem by Allen Ginsberg Pretty fascinating so far (half way through) http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1049402/ I thought some of the poetry peeps might enjoy it! :D Anybody familiar with Ginsberg?
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pa turnpike
i wanna be famous for being famous i wanna be the guy they follow through manhattan with cameras and i want them to sell each breadcrumb from the trail i left to the highest bidder while i smile and preach helping the poor and i want you back because like you i only half-understand what it is like to be alone my love, the…
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Golden Memories
Miles high and a million miles away Looking through the bottom of a glass star planet Full of dancing shoes and old fedora hats With a cast of golden memories moving to the sounds of swing town Slowly like a faded memory. Paint a picture of a starry night in yellow blue and gray Bring your superstitions to the gypsy queen…
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Let it out
I wrote a bunch of ramblings over the last 3 years and just compiled them. They are not poetry. I don't know what they are. Some are really things that happened, and others are completely made up...usually inspired by loneliness and/or drinking... an ominous combination concerning the heart and the brain and detachment…
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An open letter to my first love . . .
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To be expressive at all costs
You taught me to rip myself open and, now I depend on it for it keeps me alive all this spillage is not meant to hurt anyone it's meant to heal me don't you believe in this process? flushing out one's wounds? keeping the doors and windows open?! cleaning up the blood? it's been hard for me to learn but I feel I've finally…
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Lissie
skin kissed by the Sun she plays a heartstring in tune blonde hair strums downstream
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no more
no more small clothes your exercise skirt vanished from me your this your that gone like yesterday im still here with tomorrow coming down hard i tried not to rely on you saving my storm my well deep, dark & with no more chances i shoved needles into my very own voodoo doll my twin small & in my toy box nowhere to go…
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Battle Raging
Hi ya'll...Never posted on this board before but occasional 'The Porch' poster. Musician/songwriter here doing orginal songs (words and music) in my home studio. Here's a lyric I just finished to go with a melody I already had...Very heavy rock style with a PJ type 'political' overtone. Let me know what you think! Battle…
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ropes
She's sitting there quietly in a small boat, 100, maybe 150 feet from shore. Her back is not quite to me, more like I'm looking over her left shoulder. There is a line from the bow, going into the water. All I have to do, is pull her in. The problem. My problem.... is that there are a thousand lines coming from the water,…
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10th anniversary Iraq to george and dick
prom dress to army green her furture was hard to be seen dressed up fine in her camaflage her life was short but her life was hard she died to soon in a place called iraq her folks cried hard to get her back but the man in charge did not care he watched his girls play with there hair the man made millions off this war but…
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Reflections of you
I am a mirror, but I am not an inanimate thing. I am living I am breathing.. With no help from you. You wasted your life, now you want my answers.. Look out the window, upon the nothingness you've become. Once I would have held your hand, but you love to steal. Some lessons learned are hard. How to be alone; the hardest.…
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More Ramblings
Yeah flash back eh? I haven't done THIS. To you all since 08'? I think... Unless I lost it over Momo and Ace leaving me.. Can't remember.. Oh we'll you may just pass me over, like everyone else does. I am lonely. I have spent most of my life lonely.. I think I will DIE lonely. Why?? What have I done? I am not ugly,neither…
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metal rusts as you've been gone
the horizon is blue with birds suffocating and i hear humming innocence i held my hand out to feed them all and they all exclaimed can't you see, we are dying today the ocean is blue with long goodbyes and if i squint hard enough i can see the speck of you like dust in the light reflecting but the smoke in my lungs turns…
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NayStar
you were warm as the blood that runs though my soul and that was a time that I kept our memories whole but over time well you had your's and I well I'll be fine I'll be fine you've spoken excuses but never once have you ever given reason but I know your past and I know your pain Lord, I will never look at you the same I'll…
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the walker
cast away, he searched for….. what was he searching for? walking endlessly, scanning the horizon for something lost in the fading light of the day he saw her eyes but then realized it was only two diamonds, reflecting in the last rays of light. he walked on, no longer having a use for the precious stones.
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Whispers
On a park bench, I could tell you a story only, it's true and not made up… on a bench, we'd feel the breeze and the air and maybe feel close enough to touch arms or hands and I could lay out the lightest of outlines I can begin as the best stories do with Once upon a time... It was a very congested summer and fall I went…
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No Armor
I don't attack other people my first habit is to say nothing when I'm upset slam shut, clam up leave the room, close the door from my relationships, I've learned that this isn't helpful so, I try to sort through my feelings and spill them when I can of course, there's still a lingering anxiety attached to revelation for me…
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on time
if thumbtacks could pinpoint we could start a fire sparked by stones too many inches measured have proven us birds wingless, we have not flown through the nebulas which bruise the lenses of our telescopes and the supernovas stirred into our coffee mugs as we awake from dreams black and blue saturday morning cartoons and…
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F.R.I.D.A.Y.
Feigning interest in the already predictable days to come Ringing loudly are the echo’s of teardrops yet to fall Inglorious are the thoughts of past lives that never produced happiness Danger fills the night time air with an omni-present lackluster will to live Another time, another day, another memory to erase of You
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Deadlocked
Deadlocked in thoughts How did I get here?How do I get out, Where will I go? How will I get there? Money! I need Money! I can slowly save.How long will that take? I only make enough to get by! Shit! That could take years!! I'm not getting any younger, And I'm growing so tired. All alone with my thoughts,Not good! Can't…
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She Goes Back
She goes back Doesn’t matter what he says Doesn’t matter what he does She goes back He lies and he steals Apologizes and appeals Buys more disease and breaks the seal She’s lost her nerve and she can’t feel She goes back She goes back Nothin’ changes but She goes back Falls on his face and she picks him back up Pushes him…
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Mirror, mirror on the floor, who is the..........
Fragments are all around me Seven years they say Splintered reflections of myself Stare up at me I tiptoe through the mine field My present is no more Vanity has left me Broom sweeps up what used to be me From the floor to the bin