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Its mid December
temperatures dropping below freezing
snow falling down
inches per hour
I sit on the couch
directly across from a large glass sli..
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Sitting silently in an absurdly loud room
My back leans against a pillar,
a partial section of the concrete frame completed by
large glass windows...
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All love poems are the same,
some stronger, more intense than others.
But still, the same.
I dont want the same old love poem
where I write the fe..
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Everyday her composure is kept.
Smiles pastered on her face
to keep worries away.
Pity; sympathy; worry
the last thing she wants
There is always ..
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Millions of tiny drops fall upon me
I tremble from the dark cold night
street lamps illuminate the wet black road I walk
looking down,I see my shad..
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Turning the corner onto my block
talk of poetry crosses our lips
Unable to grasp the keys from my pocket
I press the button sending a loud ring thr..
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Laying on my side,
my body fitting perfectly into his.
His strong rough, hand slides to my stomach
forcing me to lay on my back with a gentle pull...
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Alone on a beach
the warm sands smooth--every grain
as soft as silk
One dune overlooks the harsh scene
Waves, increasing in size
crashing one on ..
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Simple words gently streaming from your mouth
(harsh taunts striking the heart)
Carefully chosen and ever so sweet
(bluntly thrown around knowing w..
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A girl feels anger for no reason, day after day. Until one day, when it finally dawns on her..
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