Poems
2 poems
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Triad
You ought to thinkor you'd cease to be.Loveis so sought after,so obsessed over,ever so slaughtered,martyred,profaned,and tarnished.There are questionsthe individual must never stop asking.You must nev
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Room
A distantdripdripdripof a liquidfrom up highto downlow,crashing withspectacular forceon to the concrete floor.A flicker of lighton and off,much like the flutter of moth's wingstwitchingin agony,regret
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Love and fifty dollars
May I sit besides you? He paused. She nodded. He handed her an envelope.She gently placed it in her bag. May I have your hand?Please, your hand. He looked ever ...
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2.17.12
The thinking man is always in a search of words. Wonderful words to express the being that swells inside him. It is his first act of creative desperation: the desire
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Sickness
Oh how desperate the thinking man is. For the man thinks he is desperate, and so he is. If he only did not think, if only he wouldn't scratch at ...
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I am 21
A short reflection.