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Do not envy the spectacle of a life made of all colors for when you mix them in a bowl the result’s a hideous puddle
Do Not Envy
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Confession time. Chasing the dream can feel lonely. Sometimes I’m anxious, worried, doubtful, and scared, hoping someone would hold me and assure me it’s going to turn out okay. Then I share my dream to others, either getting an indifferent “Cool” or a cold, fat nothing. It can be disappointing, I must admit. But here’s…
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Both yesterday and today, from afar I caught you throwing at me a look so bizarre. You’re intimidated just by my presence But I heard you went ape, darling, in my absence.
Just a Tad
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Recall if I may, “You shall never go back. Once you open your hole and dare to go black.”
Black
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Of course, it doesn’t matter Now why are you so bothered By words not from your mother You end up being fettered
Of Course, It Doesn’t Matter
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Oh, Mandy! Oh, Mandy! Your futz was sweet like candy. You claimed your spot up on the hood, made me eat mouth that tasted good. Oh, Mandy! Oh, Mandy! Your body was so bendy. Inside the car, we reached fourth base grappling in a sweaty embrace.
Mandy (A Valentine’s Poem)
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Mama gave me a small bottle of magic To give me relief when my aches go tragic. Lather on my skin, potion of turmeric As long as I don’t go at it esophagic.
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People to admire ain’t staring you in the face, live a lowkey life, ain’t stealing another’s grace, face a world challenged in ways you know not before, and keep it away from the fickle public’s roar.
People to Admire
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Black pail, friend of my loneliness. Black pail, companion for my disgust. Black pail, horse of my wanderment. Black pail, key to my trust.
Black Pail
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