Poetry
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Sometimes
When I lie awake
I wonder
If my heart ever stopped beating
If I was no longer
A phone call
A text message
Away
What would your heart do?
Would it call for me
In the night
As I do for you
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You are
The tired grey eyes
Behind glasses
Looking into me
The warmth beaming from them
Like sunshine
In December
You are
The first breath of spring air
After the longest winter
Filling my lungs
With love
That I would breathe forever
If you would let me
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Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray, my Father,
Some souls you keep
I pray for him
For his heart,
You see
I pray He lifts you
From the floor
Shows you the window
You've been looking for
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You do not have to change the world
With every word spoken
Your words are beautiful enough
Without you trying
You do not have to earn
A million dollars
No amount of money
Will give you back what you have already lost
You just need to breathe
Step outside, dear
And breathe
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- Written by: HM75
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I walked a crooked path one day.
I made a crooked choice.
I left a crooked shell behind,
To save my crooked voice.
My crooked heart lay bleeding,
Upon the crooked mile.
I blinked my crooked vision up,
To find your crooked smile.
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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To June
But of course I have always loved you
Before caterpillars learned to grow wings
Before Medusa lost her body
Before sailors heard sirens
In white flames of a blacksmith hearth
Orange flames burnt both our hearts
Forging this wedding ring
As the first song learned to sing
Before light learn to crack dawn
Before Rome had a catholic king
Before green wandered into lawns
You were always my only everything
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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You seep down deep into me like sweet heroin rain into my liquored up brain, like a soft smooth rock of cocaine skipping across daytime remains, burning white hot and heavier than the black smoke of a midnight train. Only heat and I know the extent and depth of your bone chilling rain.
I find myself amazed by the way your afternoon gaze nestles down on your face. How I become mesmerize just watching that spectacular view called you. You haven’t a clue your my drug of choice, still I must remind myself how many times love been written, how many ways I can say I love you? It really doesn’t matter it never has. The inner tide of your soul rows away and recedes with my fleeting heart never allowing it to return to me, the owner; it can only drift along like a soft piece of pine stranded in an ocean current with no direction or meaningful way of returning to its lush forest where wooden hearts are born and must learn to float.
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- Written by: wenonawilliams
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Sun shines in my ghetto, the asphalt is velvet under my feet. Matchbox houses close together, the grass the color of wheat. Melting pot of cultures, none are inferior to the other. Our children ride their bikes together like sisters and brothers. People ask how can i live in such a place. The answer is, i see no color on their face. My shack is my castle and i sit upon the throne. Stronghold for my family, no need for pity to be shown. We live like pioneers, bare necessities are suffice. My neighbors lend a helping hand and do so without a price.
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- Written by: grunfruaorshell
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There is nothing that I like more
Than the eerie creaking of a door
That mysterious scratching on the floor
And wondering upon things unseen.
There is nothing that makes me smile
Then the rare zombie's style
And dragging themselves a mile
For the brains they are so keen.
