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    life is a broadway play with an audience a script and a stage and upon that stage i stand day by day acting, pretending, believing in my lines as if it were real life Suffice it to say im young and ignorant and curious curious of me, of family, friends, people, things, and ... you my c...
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    A flat rock sits parallel to the ground Surrounded by ocean And on the bulky landmass a bird, a white bird Bound to be washed away by the Mighty waves that bring upon the Periodical onslaught of water But as the mound of ocean inches closer The white bird takes off in full flight Into t...
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    A flat rock sits parallel to the ground Surrounded by ocean And on the bulky landmass sits a bird, a white bird Bound to be washed away by the Mighty waves that bring upon the Periodical onslaught of water But as the mound of ocean inches closer The white bird takes off in full flight I...
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    Makeup covers your pale face, Emaciated you lay in the wooden chamber I stand in the saddened crowd, the dying crowd We surround your body As teardrops fall with a debilitating crash I wonder if you pondered The aftermath. The affect you left on those Who loved you. I only hope you tho...
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    What is simplicity? Is it having no stress, or being careless? Is it a person’s joy or lovers’ first kiss? Blissful times in endless pastures? A child’s laugh or an enjoyable task? Simple is a word so often forgotten Like well made tools or quiet kin Rambunctious days and sleepless ...
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    Wooden pillars stand predominantly within the cold, murky water I stand on a shady peer, future as clear as a foggy night A northeast wind blows across the river’s way And seagulls chirp in the peaceful bay Night has fallen, the sky from Blue to black. And the metal Railings lack any inte...
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    Cold to the bone, Like stone. I shake. The concrete, Beneath my feet. I walk, and excrete, the odor of death. The city surrounding, While the clouds seem to linger, Head down, nose frozen, Every immovable finger gasping, For the little heat I possess. Garden beds draped with snow. ...
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    Tired eyes linger on the brink of closing On your Minnie Mouse pillow in the Back of the car, What runs through your head, I would Only kill to know, I saw you grow And I miss your little-girl glow What was once an afro of Black, curly hair is now straight And manicured like Your po...
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    Righteous eyes are distant now and I wonder why I cry I guess because this may be the last time I say, “Good bye” Sixteen years in the making, love a tree’s roots deep The tears relentlessly run down my moistened cheek Each word you utter comes from your swollen, joyous heart I someti...
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    Do you want me dead? It feels as if every time I pass You dread the thought of my sight Does my soul fill your blood with fright? What is it about me that you hate? You coward, I constantly feel you next to me Sitting on the couch glaring There is no ambiance, but that of the fireplace ...
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    Mud scatters to and fro And creative eyes, and forgiving hearts grow Lacking care, raindrops fall, Deepening the puddles Egos tall, the raindrops fall And teeth show through smiles Boundless minds with little knowledge grow Spread the love like rubber boots And tiny feet spread mud ...
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    Water relentlessly sprays over the port side Waves lifting the vessel with the intention of death Woven baskets cascade down from the shelves We watched in fear as we hit the climax of the wave Whistling down to our sure demise! Whimpers are heard when all goes silent When the sea’s for...
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    Blood drips from my battered nose And raindrops fall ruthlessly, Puddles form down at my toes. I stand vulnerable to nature, Dark and wet I am defenseless. My mind’s numbed with fear, A broken record with a spear Driving through my heart. I am hurt all over, inside and out And the t...
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    Round eyes look up, boundless sky before him Dimples grand, his smile, a door to Happiness Way Wanting just a moment less of day, to look up and wonder The stars a hypnotic scene to such young eyes A low thunder he hears in the distance. His heart composing a tune of enchantment As the tide...
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    A September breeze blows, The village green, I find myself Wrapped in my jacket, clenched fists Now I have so little, but my dog and my health Charlie, my dog, runs carelessly about With his white, perky tail wagging I crouch by a pine tree, needles surround Daggers run through my head,...
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    Children play on the swing set. Five teeth, more or less, gleaming Eyes like owls, chasing one another With infinite imaginations beaming Troubles are ants, so miniscule Drool an inch thick around their mouth And to this day I am still amazed, How everyone asks, “Can you believe you w...
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    The concept of death is unbearably strong Like a song, it captivates, creates a feeling That activates the senses. Or deflates the mind The feeling when one longs for another When you belong to me, and then you're gone Destitute, bonding now means nothing. One with the ground, not a sound ...
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    Thank you, for the many days in the yard Surrounded by that white picket fence Incense scattered about the weightless air, The endless days, in the forest dense We would hike to see nature's way. Thank you for playing with me Those days when tomorrow Seemed so far away. But now the sk...
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    Aristotle-what a name Like the philosopher's fame A game, he plays, when life Seems to bore him He is the man, and Boy does he know it. And shows it as he walks With his head held high The girls turn as he passes By, never does he cry Or abide by the rules School, what a joke A h...
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    Upon a log along a lake, I find myself one day And through the gray misty fog the sun finds its way It's early yet, though the day has risen, A crimson beam can be seen, along the horizon Birds so high, they cry for spring I listen-forgetting the fall and winter Behind me now, the cold aside...
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    My head rests on a silky, green pillow. I lay here and reminisce About the blissful times, We had in that meadow That mossy green I saw a decade ago, When every day went by like water's flow On top of that rock, you watched me I would play for hours there, Where the moss green leaves grew A...
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    The water parts as the boat Soars, through with intention The waves on each side As we glide and abide By every rule, forced Into our stroke, We provoke the water With a blade so sharp, it cuts As we pull, we thrust The thought that we must End this battle, the oars Moving in this rhyt...
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    Cold to the bone, Like stone. I shake. The concrete, Beneath my feet. I walk, and excrete, the odor of death. The city surrounding, While the clouds seem to linger, Head down, nose frozen, Every immovable finger gasping, For the little heat I possess. Garden beds draped with snow. ...
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    A drive only described By the fear of ceasing. Ever increasing is the drive. The drive to die for, But live for. Found only at the core. The perspiration dripping, Off the bridge of my nose. And no one knows The inner strength, I possess that Allows me to progress. It continue...
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    A drive only described, by the fear of ceasing. Ever increasing is the drive. The drive to die for, But live for. Found only at the core. The perspiration dripping, Off the bridge of my nose. And no one knows, The inner strength, I possess that Allows me to progress. It continues to ...

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