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It’s the Sea,
Washing away the shoreline of my will.
Hushed like a bulb in midwinter
Full of secrets, but silent,
It’s the winds,
Bec..
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I express myself with wordsDunno why, but that’s what I’veAlways done. Always wantingTo be heard no matter what butAt other times too timi..
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I feel these walls Stone fingers tracing my skin Tugging on my coat Flipping their nails at the brim of my capThey whisper to me Comforting me with si..
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on my bday
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“Lest we forget how fragile we are…. “ Sting
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Some people to me areTranslucent, generally the ones I trust most, the ones I want closer,Blurred, running through life too fast for the casual eye,Op..
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I sort of wrote this about 9/11, but it's about whatever the reader chooses, isn't it? Hope you enjoy!
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A poem, in english and translated to swedish, that I wrote a few years ago as part of my swedish lessons. The places and people are part of swedish hi..
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She
tugs gently at the spot
Where
my poems hide
Scribbled
dots of affection that might offer up
Something of value when tended by ..
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a poem of love to my wonderful wife
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