Friday, October 23, 2015
beside the fire
beside the fire
sitting by her
beautiful to admire
her love to desire
and expire
with the dying fire
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what is it like
what is it like to be intelligent ?
what is it like to be artistic ?
what is it like to be musical ?
what is it like to be poetic ?
what is it like to be athletic ?
what is it like to be talented ?
what is it like to have a good memory ?
what is it like to be good looking ?
what is it like to have someone who loves you ?
what is it like to have money ?
what is it like to be successful ?
what is it like to have confidence ?
what is it like to have assurance ?
what is it like to have security ?
what is it like to have someone who cares ?
what is it like to never to have gone hungry ?
what is it like to be healthy ?
what is it like to get what you wanted ?
what is it like to get what you need ?
what is it like to have had parents that loved you ?
what is it like to have a new car ?
what is it like to have grown up in a house ?
what is it like to have a good self image ?
what is it like to be wanted ?
what is it like to be needed ?
what is it like to have a good job ?
what is it like to be good at something ?
what is it like to win ?
what is it like not to be poor ?
what is it like to be understood ?
what is it like to be accepted ?
what is it like to be somebody ?
what is it like to live?
what is it like to be you?
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Thursday, August 20, 2015
the best
the best
and most beautiful
i had to let go of
it was true
of all that i love
i possess
nothing only
but in memory
of no one and nothing
loving me
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Monday, April 20, 2015
inside
inside the nicely so warm
i sit and watch
the so icy snow storm
outside these so old windows
the so cold wind blows
and so bold it snows
into the night fall
the snow white fall
alight on all
and so bright on all
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Wednesday, March 25, 2015
i seem to suffer
i seem to suffer so severely
from a pronounced poverty
that does not permit me
to be in any quantity
proportion or degree
capable of composing poetry
my words are an assembly
of worthless drossy debris
only worthy to be
one day most forcibly
flung into a waste facility
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Tuesday, March 24, 2015
you like
you like
some strange
shy beautiful
fragrant flower
with your
fair face
turned away
from the sun
your delicate
head held down
as if wilting away
so white
so pale
as if passing
from life
and embracing
death
copyright 2014
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