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A poem comparing a hurricane to the end of a relationship
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He"All-knowing"He"The creator"He"Divine deity"HeMercilessHeThe destroyerHeThiefHe who took her,will one day take me.
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Pale yellow light pops onwhen the door whooshes open.Eager eyes peer inside,in search of the perfect one."Pick me!"I know I'm damaged,but I'm just as ..
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Nothing she could say or docould make him love her less,She is his angel in a world or sin,his guiding light when the paths grow dark.Nothing she coul..
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When my world stops,and everyone else's keeps spinning,that's when I knowI have lost.
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Grief is a walk you take alone,or so they say.There are supporters,but as you search the crowds,the one you seek is nowhere to be found.The one you ne..
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my first attempt at traditional poetry, in this case a pantoum
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Alex Trebek’s voice,
scratchy,
resonates out of the old T.V.as it collects dust on the big box in back.
The peeling, wallpapered walls,..
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When you looked at me on the rock that day,graffiti under our backs,our lips brushed close.Not once, not twice,but too many times to count.I never tho..
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Sometimes it feels like
I was born into a box.
Everyday it gets smaller,
and I'm not sure it'll ever stop.
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