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As simple as sundown, and she came at night, masked by shadows spelled thick by the dark's atmosphere. She was my evening dream, creeping slowly up my..
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My
infinitesimal self in the world’s
space
“… and I'm just one
whisper in an ocean of voices…”
Really I am, a..
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This
is the stranger I’d love to kiss,
Of the delightsome order of
daylight-
Cycles of birth and dawn
..
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Sounds as black
as the night of this tale I hear, and I wonder the matter that made this all
up, wonder the heart that conceived this so, perhaps I ..
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I’m stuck in the hallway,
Hanging between dreams and
consciousness,
Losing the meaning of life itself,
yet
Filled with a thousand
de..
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The name "Noodlehead" sparked something off... and I love noodles (pun intended)
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The
air around me feels still,
And
I’m surrounded by sounds;
Whispers,
thoughts, I shudder
As I
feel cold and there comes
A wash..
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This poem is dedicated to Frieda P, inspired by her "Dances on a cloud"
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Awesome grief spelled out loud by choking silence-golden,
But may I ask, 'to whom does the voice belong,
The speaker or the listener?’
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The
journey begins, at the threshold of reality,
Growing
up into the beginning of the other side of reason,
Eternity
just took its first step..
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