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Sometimes it comes at night. Or first thing in the morning. After I drink tea. Or have sex. Once it was after the man I loved told me he’d never leave. Then once again when he left anyway.
as I look back at my page  a mess of words  a smattering of double entendres and single-line metaphors  I come to realize that my poetry  is nothing like yours…
Simplicity is complexity at its finest. Society often overcomplicates the simplest Thoughts, words, and dreams. “Nothing gold can stay” “To be, or not to be” Simple phrases with so much
Within myself, I hold a universe. Silent. Darkened eternity. Stars and galaxies seem distant and far  As you naviage the empy planes And cold and desolate Planets that may have once held life
There was a documentary on the History channelIt was about how all the gods worshiped throughout all time by all people were the same godHow Zeus was the same as Jupiter, and how Jupiter was Thor and how Thor was Jesus
Mind over matter, to the mind of matter  to those minds that are complexed, perplexed. layer upon layers. Inception. My deception  My perception, my out look on life.
My heart was broken       Neraly Choking                  On my own tears I tried to leave       But you held the key                  And after all these years... I fell hard in love
One Ignored  Lilies do not verbally express their want For your admiration But dear, look at her colors, do they not
the rain is pouring an old man sits on a bench in an open field and looks up at the sky he reaches for the shovel he begins to dig
Wile E. on the hunt to capture Roadey Devising devious schemes To get you here with me Backfiring
She's damaged love Waiting for someone to understand Brokenhearted And broken minded She won't think of complexity Because that brings up her anxiety She pretends she perfect
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