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Time is a Predator
A Poem by
Cjb
Time is a stalker in the night A predator that follows you wherever you go Then dissapears like a billow of smoke on a windy day He is watching an..
Nothing is as it Seems; An Addiction Story
A Poem by
Cjb
The walls are closing in The roof is crashing down Noone notices, it doesnt even make a sound With every lost cry for help Screams turn into whimp..
Depart From Me
A Poem by
Cjb
Depart from me, my love Gently as the ripples of the sparkling blue lake As a doves gentle coo carried by the breeze on a mid April day As a cand..
I Long to Fly
A Poem by
Cjb
Birds fly freely in the sky above Their songs call out to join them To fly freely without restraint With every delicate glide The world awaits T..
So Close, Yet So Far
A Poem by
Cjb
How can I live so misguided without your magestic light? Yet I stray in the darkness, Dancing in your barren smile, With hopes of one day feeling ..
Your Words
A Poem by
Cjb
The words you say are addictive The words you say are my drug You are my dealer You give me what I want, when I want without question. The images ..
Love is
A Poem by
Cjb
She cannot see what I see. Her eyes speak her heart Hidden behind a mask of a smile she wears so well. A costume in the theater of her heart. The..
Nyctophilia
A Poem by
Cjb
I look to the darkness of the night for answers Only the light of the moon to reply The summer's night breeze Shakes the branches of the trees To ..
Mirror
A Poem by
Cjb
I stared into the mirror too long In the candle lit room Gazing into the reflection of my own eyes. What once was green is now black as coal Is no..
Manmade Clock
A Poem by
Cjb
With every tick of the clock The hands will move clockwise The numbers on the clockface are limited As are your breaths and heartbeats Seconds tu..
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