Who is this
Beside me, holding
Tight a hand
Left wondering
Who is this
Beside me, holding
Tight a hand
Left wondering
If we could reach the park bench,
Grey hairs and stares into our past,
You sitting beside me,
Holding tight a hand
Left wondering if life gets any better,
But, I doubt it ever could.
Category: Poems
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Who is this
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Tap-tappings on the floor,
Tap-tappings on the floor,
With whiskers led by thought
Of acknowledgement, back
To where they’ve been before:
Beside bed, paws up, hoping
To be part of his plans,
A sightless pandering for more.
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Halloween
With reluctance, cold & slender, to others’ abodes did I surrender, stricken, feasting on the gourd’s sweet’ innards,
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Fell on my sword
Fell on my sword
To have silence
But all these mourners
Wake meI fell in love with an idea you can’t live up to but it’s okay because I’m the same for you
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That itch
That itch
When time come slowly, I
I just try get out its way;
When time go faster, I
I just try remember’ when…When time come slowly, I
I just try get out its way;
When time go faster, I
I just try remember’ when…When that itch come, slowly on,
I just try get words in order, right;
When that itch come, faster now,
I just try get words down at all.Love is what you need, wheth’ you
Wheth’ you know you need or no’; wheth’ you
Wheth’ you know a need’s not want, but
But you know the difference hard t’see.
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when the silence of the mouth.txt
when the silence of the mouth
leads to shoutings of a mind,
may you not be lost in thought,
but found by word,
on page or tongue–
those most liberating ways
of untangling ourselves.
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“We,” when one.
“We,” when one.
We held hands outside my parent’s house,
Hoping the night would keep us from the world
And we could chase the sun’s shadow together.We saw the falling of the queen’s star,
Giving us the unique which can be common
And the
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As my body’s blocks fell,
As my body’s blocks fell,
Tumblingyou effortlessly pulled
Them out of air,My body,
Blocks but rounded,
Tumbles from itself.
And you,
Softest hands & eye,
Sweep me up by palm,
Placing head ‘low heels.
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If I did not receive joy from commenting on the rain,
If I did not receive joy from commenting on the rain,
If I did not wait for the words to come,
If I hung my head in defiance of that high order,
If I followed a path set for me and not one I created,
If my logical mind took over the duties of a reverent soul,
I know where I would be:
I would not be here.
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I have that
I have that
Good vibe
Goin’ through my head,
Runnin’ into walls.I have that
Good vibe
Pacin’ through my heart,
Fallin’ into scars.I felt something right
Before you said it’s
So wrong how far
Apart we live when
Being in the same home.I fought the past to
Say I can grow a
Little more with
Each day, but
Life reminds
Us of who
We are.