poem
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Hey, Hey, Baby
Hey, hey, baby Don’t look at me crazy I see you got a lady Wrapped in your arms so clingy Break your ties with her If it’s moonlighting you prefer ‘Cause I ain’t no side dish Not going to be your starfish Continue reading
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The Jerk
What do we call somebody who can’t smell the flowers nor the pollution any whiff of realization maybe, yes, he has imagination just the deluded and clouded kind because he thinks he’s all that when in reality he isn’t all that and the world can see he’s not all that yet he keeps believing he’s… Continue reading
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Babe, You Should Know This
Babe, you should know this. My heart’s been broken before. You must be wond’ring why I kept open the door. Yes, I’m skeptical and hopeful at the same time. Not yet my due date but I am so past my prime. Continue reading
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11
1 yelled at my mother AND 1 take a deep breath. 1 wished misfortune on them AND 1 admire their deserved success. 1 retreated in my shell AND 1 walk head held high. 1 put things off tomorrow AND 1 plan my day ahead. Continue reading
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10 x 10 (Ruby)
Gone are the days of / mulling over what should’ve been and the bitter candy-coated delusions / that passed by me unseen. From the pedestal you fell / the golden crown of perfection shattered to unsightly little pieces / irreparable and unqualified for redemption. Continue reading
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9 x 9 (Feels Like, You Know)
What to ask if I were to be lucky? Love, cars, gadgets, house, yacht, fame, success, or money? Let’s say I’m quite ambitious so I chose success. If I were greedy money would do, I confess. Continue reading
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8 x 8
Look into the future. What do you see? A name long forgotten or propelled to infinity? Did you live fully? Did you just exist? Have you separated the fog from the mist? Continue reading
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The Purple Lady
Have you heard of the legend of the Purple Lady? I know the story but her name escapes me She was sent to an island with a group of heroes, Villains, builders, and the ghosts of zeroes Continue reading
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The Seven Names of Malady
A self-inflicted prison, unseen by the eye. Close yours and you will find. May it inflict you too? Awareness can bring peace You withering soul. It’s name? Malady. Continue reading
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He is Elusive
“He is elusive,” she said. “He’s full of chivalry and knew what lay ahead. But then he lost his grace, we’re entwined in his bed.” Continue reading
Xeno Hemlock 