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This rock that bench that empty trail through the woods where only I would walk I won't be going there again. It reeks of everything I gave to y..

The feel of your arms against my waist as we dance slowly in the dark the park is silent and still and the last dog walkers have left, leaving us t..

written during a hike at a local park in Feb. when there was still snow on the ground and the swampy areas were still frozen.

a poem about my absent grandmother

There is a monster in me A greedy, hungry burning little thief who takes and grabs and wants to hold so much in her hands… she demands and..

Burning a Desire to be burning They never teach you passion in Schools, instead Everyone assumes their roles Firmly believing in what They belie..

And if, only if I were a painter… To dip my brush in the creamy tans and orange reds of the sunset sky. Hues which linger over the glass,..

simple wording on a very personal subject...

"I never was..."

PLEASE DO NOT read politics into my poem. I am NOT looking for a debate. Thank You