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I'm particularly fond of #4

In Amore Et Bellum There are a total of 30 poems + 1 warmup poem in there. I'm not sure if my last poems scrapped in still on the 30th. ...

30. The Book Leather-bound covers, dusted and marred by age and wisdom - every caress of fingers, gentle and wandering. They're wondering about a story, a tale, and they flip ...

29. Fighting- Sickness, slowly strangling the pallor from my skin. The light from my eyes is fading, they say. I equate it to water and it drips though my fingers. ...

but if i was it would only rain on sundays when the sky burns with twilight and violet streams from the horizon interchanged by white rivers coursing and bubbling never-ending ...

27. i am not insightful i look to the sky and see clouds and blue, magnificent I think but it's nothing new At this point I'm running out of juice. ...

26. limbo there is always that idle state of limbo where everything is empty but full, you know that kind of feeling where void is thick and filling like cotton ...

25. Water some people will tell you there's a difference between water and chaos as if water follows rules and makes patterns and doesn't slip between your hands between your ...

24. Sydney I think of the city and I think of you with your fading lights and your lively eyes under crystal nights and starry skies then I blink and ...

Meta Sweeping statement. Make it bold. Descriptive language, it's never old. Like flowery sunsets, a simile. A metaphor for you and me: A picture with a hundred words. Something thoughtful ...

22. Severe Weather Warning II Rain is a fluid until it's not. Then, it's an endless barraging solid of unending white and grey and it's still not ice. But it's ...

21. Severe Weather Warning I darkness down these city streets like eyes blinking shut and people can't find their feet so they stumble and they fumble can you blame them ...

20. Untitled We are imperfect lifetimes of flesh, blood and bone. We cut, we bleed, we are reborn not even whole. We sicken like trees wilting with gnarly limbs and ...

19. So many things to say about anger. Rage is like water: pull the plug and it will flow. Soon your hands will dry. I caved and accidentally wrote a ...

18. the sea did I ever tell you how you remind me of the sea how you push and pull and you're so so cold you twist and you tumble ...