poetry
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I Used To Fly
I Used To Fly I used to fly with my wings outstretched. I'd soar so high, my bliss almost far fetched. The sky was my canvas, the color so blue. ...
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My Skin
My Skin It disguises my feelings. It hides my heart. It covers the nerve you're killing, and sets me apart. Why have you done this? It's almost a sin. Right ...
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Last Summer
The silky green grass begins to shimmer under a light that's growing dimmer. We lie on our backs, and gaze at the sun, hands intertwined. The day is nearly done. ...
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Untitled
ugh it's missing something, and it's weak and just so...so...eww. I hate this one. .__________________________________________.When the sun slowly falls,and the silver moon may rise,I escape into the
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Soulmate
Soulmate One very lurid and rainy night, one very reckless driver's sight paid no mind to the red traffic light, nor to the wayfarer, who had the right. As the ...
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Unreachable
Unreachable Carry me, rock me,Surround me, kiss me,Like bittersweet melodiesswirling amidst me. You brush my lipsAs I speak your name aloud.You will never leave me-This you have vowed. Your name ...
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Buried
Buried I feel the rain. It falls on my body, Tracing my every outline Like memories past, Coming back from the dead, Flooding into my every fiber, Breaking the walls ...
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My Fallen Troubadour
Ok, I wrote this in a big hurry for wisemann's poetry contest, so it's pretty bad. I think I was trying too hard. anyways, here ya go (oh, and also, ...
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My Scar
My ScarHello..This poem is currently under construction since I couldn't figure out how to delete it I'm editing it now though! -ash
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Fireflies
Remember the time we watched the fireflies? On the white porch swing before summer's amber skies? Fingers shyly twined 'round one another, we gazed at the soft, stirring light, as ...
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I Watch from the Window
I Watch from the WindowThis wood is etchedAcross my aging face,Laid on plates of glass,The sill forever my place. ..They came to us at night,Shouting, cursing, searching for you;I made ...
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Happiness
Happiness..Happiness runs on bare feet,Dances, twirls just out of reach.She won't heed your call, can't feel your touch.She draws only to those who will beseechNothing of her, and nothing of ...
