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#1

The Book is Being Written


And so amidst our burning, churning sun Lay the stories unfurling of our learning selves: Whether we bemoan the weather and its turning course Or relinquish trepidation to the skies. Said stories are blurred with burdened minds; Afflicted...

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#2

The Dreary Faceless


He watches the rain that falls unwitting Of the people who shall scatter before it. And he sees the people who treat their minds To whatever may repose it. For he's met all kinds of shady...

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#3

The Model House


This house in all its glory, This house in all its pride. Manicured daily to tailored eyes; In beauty and in size. There was a love of look and want of heart. Money was thrown at the...

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#4

Drought

I was inspired by Henry David's Thoreau's Walden's Pond. Life as Thoreau describes it seems so unobtainable in the pace of our world today. As a result, we consume earthly pleasures to distract ourselves...
Walden Pond parched by revelry’s sponge Consumption’s bosom lures my spirit from purpose But I justify it. To survive. Is living distracted really to live?

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#5

Untold Secret of the Sky


Some may conceive the blue in the sky, A proof of God, a treat to the eye.

Truth is its story is not holy, And this statement I declare boldly.

Neither has the sea,...

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#6

A wish from an undesirbale girl


I want to follow you, but you are gone so mysteriously. I want to be all over you, but you cannot be reached easily. Especially from a girl like me. We have some moments, but that is it. I know I...

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#8

Dying Within


I feel trapped in my own mind, Nowhere left to unwind. I try to not bottle my emotions, But I’m just waiting for that explosion. Depression tells me to talk to someone, But I don’t want to ruin their...

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#9

The Color Red

I came across a poem that described a story with the color red, so I decided to tell my own doing the same.
Red was the color of lipstick I wore that night to impress you. It was the color that filled my hands as I held them tightly together, waiting for you. It was the color...

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#10

To the person I hate


To the person I hate: You have always held me back, you do not care who you hurt and you do not know why it is that you’d want you hurt them. You are ugly and nasty you...

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