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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
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Blue
Dark velvet blue Ethiopian dining room curtain smash blue they took my head out and turned it blue on the way to the operation where I would get my sense back I never got my sense back but my head is blue deep as deep as Renaissance painter's Jesus child of God and other matters this is a crap poem I know that because I…