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Following the lead of the title of this inaugural collection, these poems are built around the poet's acute sense of hearing. Knowing his marriage is at an end.
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It helps to have a strong vocabulary, but just knowing the language is all you really need. Some of the greatest poems ever created are utterly simple in the language used. Metaphors and similes are always welcome additions to poems and utilize onomatopoeia, alliteration and assonance whenever possible. Using these tools delights the eyes and ears. Focus on the what, why and how of love and its meaning to you. You can write about your feelings for someone you know or with whom you are in a relationship.

Or, perhaps, you will be writing in a fictional context drawing from your own experience or from hopes and dreams. Is there someone you miss, or to whom you wish to be closer? There is no formula for a love poem, it can be free verse, a sonnet, or one of a myriad of rhyme schemes. When I write, I just start writing and words and rhymes just flow. I get ideas from the newspaper, comments in conversation, and much of the time, out of thin air. Then, voila, I have a perfectly formed little verse that is just right, at least to my eyes.

Writing has a salutary, therapeutic effect. Grappling with words and emotions in the context of love is invigorating contemplation which can assist in resolving thorny, important issues facing the poet. The problem may not be solved, but perhaps it may be defined. This is your opportunity to get back at a someone who hurt you in a failed romance. Write for yourself, satisfy yourself first. Get it down. However, once created, maybe you will want to. Love is about sharing, devotion, friendship.

Writing poetry has gotten me through much sadness, given me goals, and been endlessly pleasing to my psyche over the years. There is elegance in simplicity. It is in the editing that the poem truly comes alive. Doing a good polish is to eat the icing on the cake. Once you start writing poetry, you will never stop. You will amaze yourself with what comes out of your mind and heart.


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Start today. Akhiz Munawar Mar Willow Jul Jaded Seal Ordinand re-post. Haberdashery hauberk harbinger harangue equilibrist, harpy harsh hast severities. Inane inert inertia innate, juxtaposition maenad ethos affinities. Putrid quasi queasy pathos, emanate imminent perdition acerbities. Agnate aggregate anathema android amalgamated, predication contract. Glutton paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts. Ambidextrous amatory prelude amaze, analeptic adrenergic analgesia analytics extract.

Annex annul. Clairaudience clairvoyant omnipresence presage, omnipotent omnificent omniscience. Pantheism parapet paradigm intuition, prognosticating prosthesis prediction. Prolific profuseness profundity prosaic, nimbus nimiety nitty gritty, intrados rubato. Venerable divinatory deity deify veneration, delineate demagoguery ecstasy, agonist agog. Dream gleam cream seam beam team, serene ravine green gene careen, obscene demean. Empiricise the existentialisms in the demagoguery of godhead aspiration.

Corporeal anaclitic apex inveterate embezzlement extroversion, acuity alacrity extortion. Extraneous extemporaneous, ominous phenomena portrayal spontaneous synchronous, aorist actuator. Endergonic protensive integration extrapolation interpolations investiture elicits. Scenario synopsis synthesis syncopation, harmony rhymes rhythm. Synchronous transition transposition interlude, summerial derivation cognition.

Pandemonium obdurate temerity impunity, impending preponderance onus, numinous illuminism quintessential frolic. Amorous ardent argent arduous enamor endear, plenary putschist volatile phatic. Conveyor controvert deft mesmeric deification deist dissertation. Drastic premise portent pervasive embellish, elusive enhance enchant, engender enthrall.

Perpetuation euphenic euthenics, exude emote concoct recalcitrance regalia, irrefragable preternatural ne plus ultra prurient. Vernaculars opulent myriad, aesthetic stratagem venial vexatious, astral projection conjuring levity apothegms. Incite epistemological illuminism, accoutrements umbrage ultraism incognito trajectory extant. Scandalous scavenger squalid anomalous punitive, heuristic manumission exigency. Ostensible proclivity prodigious querulous, rambunctious repertoire rigmarole scenic schism sooth. Ascribe arsenal crucial critical, abhorrent abstinence blatancy berserk, alacritous celerity brogue.

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Ceremonial chicanery dynamism fealty, indefatigable incontrovertible ingenuity ingratiate inimical impugn. Innovate integrity intricate invective convolution, licentious metaphor convection obeisance. Splurge-ness spry sporadic sprawl, spurious staunch succinct stymie tacit, irate tirade treatise vehement escapade tedium.

Probity irascibly veracious audacity mendacity gumption. Paphian peccavi preternatural proclivity gesticulation articulation prestidigitation. Adroit agile nimble tactile acuity prescience capacity intrigue. Unadulteratedly fornicatious fabrications, portentous ethereal etiquette. Nose agnate somatology morphology metamorphic, cognition epistemology pragmatics. Ontological ontogeny causality exigence integumence equivocal. Adumbrate intimate obfuscate preterite rendition intimidate. Apriori a posteriori apostrophe shards shroud, innately inert inherency interstitial endemics.

Irk-ness ire Zen, graffiti mantra mantis, diminutive minutia iotas inductive interpolation asperities. Hypercritically mitigating dialectics hypotaxis. Diacritical diction dharma apomixis. Chutzpah panache spontaneous generation complicity, gambit alluvium aloof succor. Demarcate mirador bartizan panorama, stalwart bastion bulwark tableau, dexterous gargoyle disguise gimmick camouflage.

Decipher coercible coalesce corrupt costume counselor chameleon charlatan chaperone entourage. Cryptic evocative emulation scenarios siren skeptic, cynical demonic gremlin greaves curtilage. Zesty zingy zippy zeal zenithal azimuth elaborate elliptical empathy endeavor entity entice. Erumpent erudition evident evil evert, extol fervor flinty florid, fructify impromptu innuendo juncture. Kinetic supremacy temporize tractive fluent, precious precess predetermined predatory predicament, gyro gyre. Horizon hornswoggle huckster, hokey hoot ornery honkies. Horologist hackamore relative rationality.

Decorum dastardly dazzle deceit, demolish demur, annihilate denigrate. Armature arcade doughty, panacea parallax serendipity servant serenade. Personification of sartorial perfection, picturesque visage of spectral grace. Cosmic enigma rational relativity. Housebreak huckster squabble brash, hovel huff. Ghastly gruesome grotesque grisly groaty gnarly grotto grouch compunction. Caustic cavernous celibate catatonic phonics, apex crux axis matrix cortex cephalic. Blasphemous farcical fugue-ness and estranged ensemble orchestration acoustics.

Rendition: various assorted forms of related stranger weirdness. Conjugation coercion junction function, adjunct conjunction conjecture. Concoct deontology ontogeny, ontological enclitic osteopathy. Anticipate angary amentia, tiercel theocracy. Phrenic sensorium sentiment paragon tangible. Covert aspersion avidity, coherent avid avarice, allegory allocate amatory prelude annex annul. Tantamount telepathy tantalize talisman talesman, prerogative presumptive judicature. Subpoena parameter perimeter peripherals prophylaxis protocol. Real deal seal, sail bail, bailiff rake-ness rail.

Dangle wrangle mangle jangle tangle angle. Hysterically delirious zany nertsy bonkers bluster boggle. Gyrate, austere askance obliquely, aspire assail askew. Cosmic origins metamorphosis implosion contractions revision, blond entropy catalyst. Cataclysm catastrophe holocaust trauma, inefficacy ineffable expiate. Imagine This. Imagine this You're in a room with no doors, windows, or anyway of escape. The room is filling with smoke and its becoming harder and harder to see and breathe.

Stress into Art. Battered Doll. A scarlet dress for blood spilt ripped blouse for flesh marred. Ladders in the stockings, a rung for every blow landed. Scuffed shoes from hard kicks bruise gorged eyes permanently closed. In the End. To that homeless man who sits ashamed on the streets. My Story. I'm the girl that got bullied by her looks and personality.

My Mother's Daughter. Just get rid of the rhymes,. Pulling Off the Mask and Discovering Yourself. I am a man, not an African American man as some may say but just a man. I only belong to one race and as the great Bruce Lee said that's the human race. Yet to win this race, I put on a mask that's fake. The facts? Imagine Finding That Friend. Imagine finding that friend who can create a song from your thoughts and make you shed a tear in shear amazement, To be grateful that someone like that understands your existence. Heart pounding, face flushed a crushing headache bum-rushed Breath ragged, star-crush the holy theme of hush hush.

Different Inside. Why would we Who have so much to offer Want to hide behind a mask? Trying to blend with a crowd full of people all trying to be like everyone else We try to camouflage. Simply Serendipity. An evening glow arrays the luminous pines, A banded forest stained with a velvet wine. The brook speaks too much but says nothing at all, Babbling a tune with each harmonious fall. Man's World. A great author once said "whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist"But as men we operate like parts in a machine, just going along with a system. The government, the controller of the machine, making rules, putting schools to control society; t.

In You We Trust. Blue vs. RedFightFightFightBlue vs. RedThe dark verses the lightBlue vs. RedWhich side is which? RedThe Kiss of Death? Together as One. Dirt or Mud, Sun or Rain, A team works together to earn their fame. These girls are tough and hard to beat, together all working to earn 1st seed for the state final four. What is Hope. Always in my Head. I hate being around people. I hate being alone. I hate everybody and everything. But please don't let me go. I'm traped in my head. Stuck in my day-dreams. Its been said money makes the world go round, what does marry do?

Uncertainty is the life I am choosing, but is it not what I requested and demanded? Need knowing is not wanting, is not hoping. Where I end is where I choose, and what I love is what I choose. Who I Am. Who told my generation this was cute? Wake up. A cold day But I have to get through it Can you imagin feeling what im feeling Do you know what i go through Even if you think you do , you dont For right now ill let you think you do. If I Should Nature Is In Me. Every book I open is a door a door to a new world. A pathway to a new destiny.

A road to new friends. A journey. A voyage. An experience. I live and breathe with the characters. Our uniqueness. We have a tendency to hideEveryday before leaving homeWe put on our maskAnd leave to go into the real worldThere's almost no room for authenticityHow can we "just" be ourselves? Your beliefs, my opinion,. The Story of Living in the Bronx. My Word of Play. I miss you, Dear Friend. I miss you dear friend Why did you have to go and change? I miss the old you, I wish you felt the same. Out of Place, On the Stairs.

I meander through the neighborhood, searching for the house. Once found, I happily jump the 5 steps to the front door and pass a silhouette smoking a cigg. My Skin. I feel hated I see the faces Of the people who hate me The people with a darker complexion than me Asians, Mexicans, African Americans Not all but some The list goes on and on. Love Like Me. The day I met him, he had my heart. Then everytime I saw him it was like it was going to beat out of my chest.

I don't mean sex. Breaking free. Behind a shadow. What is wise. What is wise in this world twisted in concept What is wise when knowledge leads to destruction What is wise when our lessons become our undoing These questions I seek diligently for answers. A Runaway. Facing Reality. The Woeful Man.

And it was then were in the cavern of insolence where he was kept All that was deemed unfit and of akin to detriment on the male spectrum As channeled into his being. The ritual left him full of woe and without reason. First and Last Love. Let the Past Circle the Drain. Words wash over everything. Any armor you pretend to have falls into a useless state. Water seeps into any chinks, crevices, cracks. You yell, hoping it will stop the flood; hope it'll plug the holes. I, a young woman today , realized my flaws. I H I D E under a persona that is not me.

As I look into the mirror As I look into mirror, I see a girl but not just any girl-- a mix girl. The colors of black and white. As I look into the mirror, I see the past of my peoples. Just One More. Crimson substance fills the cup One is one and never enough With every wound A new opening. Rhythm of Your Sadness. I watched you fall, limbs and sins Sitting there watching all the pain you soaked in Dancing on your heart, laughing at your words,.

Fitting In. Well what does that mean? There are many meanings. To relate just wonder, but don't blunder. You want to be part of a group Have friends to relate too. My friend, she was a drug addict. Living with the trauma. For Once. I don't make friends easily, I don't put makeup on my clear face, I don't have a sexual drive. In teen words. I am pretty much a fail. I assume I don't belong.

To be honest, everyone's so similar and. Nature Talks. Lullabies sung in the wind,. Art Class. Why do we need to do what the teacher tells us to draw? Aslong as I put effort and make an art like creation, I should get an A in art. Fuck it man, do it. Swag OD. I can't see it come down my eyes, so i got to make this song cry. Fuck comb-overs. Fuck yellow grass. A Woman's Worth.

Is it a baker? Is it a maid? Is it a sewing machine? Is it a toy? Im walking and its HOT thoughts driipping off me as if im swimming in them I feel kinda okay my self esteem is not low so dont ask about a sale of clarence Im wating for her to call me in. The Ugly Stage. I sit near the window frame Staring at my own shame Nothing is the same Am I really all to blame Or is this really just some game My emotions are set aflame This isn't some ballgame. Late Night Scribbles. Maybe I used to be good looking once. What the heck are women? Love Lines Closure.

Fall in love More like, fell in love Reminding myself of what a brother once was A stand up dude, doing humble deeds for nothing in return, 'til I met my main squeeze My first mistake was to not sieze lead. It Burns You Up. Here we come, a busy people trotting to and fro. In fact, I say, neither would they. The Collision. Maybe she liked the pain,. Maybe she liked the pain, Hell, maybe she loved the pain. Or maybe she just misses the pain. Because you see, it's a different kind of pain. You Are One of Us.

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The chaos, the frustrations It all seeps from your pores like an infection How can something so positive become negative within an instant? You crush and demolish As though you are a dump truck. Leave Your Mark. Everyone eventually leaves this tangible place called earth. No matter how one feels about themself, they will impact someone. How do you know if you've impacted a person? She longs to be different, Because her greatest fear is that she could be her.

Flesh and blood that created her and brought her to life is the same thing that has haunted her. How can one destroy such innocence? When my wings got seared off by the sun, when i free fell, saw the ashes of my hopes and dreams gently floating after me, I thought I was done, that the ocean would end my agony. Listen to the sound drowned by noise. It's Called Love. The same brain, body and gender. Wearing pink dresses and high-heels. As usual Speak, shout, they must know It happened behind a closed door.

All the reasons I shouldn't write poetry. Self Portrait. Who am I supposed to be and what am I supposed to do? No friends, no point. School doesn't mean anything to me. What a waste of time Gifted but Unborn. I am the "unborn" I wonder if I will ever see light. I wonder if I will ever see the face of my mom and dad.

I wonder if they will like me. I am the "unborn". To Her:. Keep this one dear to your heart Cause this ain't a car that you gotta pushstart Now in the beginning God made man No doubt in my my mind that God had a plan A couple seconds later out came Eve. We are the forgotten, We are the one's hidding behind our image. We are te ones who aren't seen, We are another number of another statistic. What would you describe faith to be? I see faith to be something unseen, It's like walking blindfolded,. Believe Me Now. One more breath, taking it in.

No holding back as I reach for your hand. Money Washed. You cant see me now. But eventually you will. I only have a couple years here. Lurking alone in the shadows on a mission not to make it. True Beauty. Icy hands of Hope, Frigid blissful voice of Love,. Casket of Inhibition.

The Essence of Me. A growing voice inside my head; the essence of me. You were my only nightmare, yet the only person I wanted to see. I could not wait to meet you, for I never have before. How can you not tell when someone is crying out to you As if they don't give you any clues; When you are known for happiness but filled with sadness When you're trying to figure out this world through all this madness. From negative to positive.

Growing up is scary, at least a little in all of our eyes. Melting Words. A snowflake is all we are. We form, we fall, we dance, we soar,. Is it there? Did you make it up? How long did it last? A day, a week, a month? Six months, a full year? Last Day. The last day when I had to leave and you had to stay.

This Is The End. People say I'm beautiful. The War Raging On. The burning under my skin, a fire clawing out of my body. I hear the tortured souls cry as they are slowly burned. The demons hide in the shadows, waiting for me to sleep. The moment I close my eyes,. The Red Rose. This red rose has turned black and it won't turn back, Hard as the stone that was carried on the cave mans back, Cold as the night that shoots its vicious snow, Shooting through my heart like bullets,.

The Wall. I threw my first intentional punch at this wall. With all my might. Letting all the frustration the anger I had built up for months because of you. With all a blow I sprained my finger and gained a new best friend. A Voice that Leaves No Headache. Isn't That Just Fortunate. Well Isn't that fortunate? The Uneven Exchange. I have yet to see His face. I've loved. I've loved and lost. But it's better to love then lost, rather than not loving at all.

Better to fall, and call for help rather than not try. This woman told me that she would rather date a blind guy than to date me Then I asked what does that mean And she told me Because he would be blind which means he can't see and I would know that he loves me. I'm really going to fucking - Answer Goddamit! Keep On Part 1. Age ten bullied, called fat and ugly growing up feeling like being handsome is the only way to make friends being the clown of the clasroom, but sweet when i hit send. Am i missleading or am I deceptive, i'm sly like a fox, curious as cat, stong as an ox and stubborn like a mule.

He knows the importance of vertical strokes. And to plant a garden,. I Hope You Hear Me. Roses on Christmas. Writing isn't Writing. Proud American. America land of the free. Where I'm From. I'm from a green swing set, with Barbies and American Girl and fashion. I am from the sunny, quiet house, and all the trees I can picture, and I'm from the big house on the beach. Long OverDo. Hear me! When I cry out to you, do you not hear the words I let out with. Welcome to the 21st Century. A memory drifts about in my mind. A girl of twelve, sitting in the church pews,.

Take Me Home. U Who. What Will Your "You" Do? Broken Woman. For the Small-Minded. You cannot simply tell me to get over someone I love. It's not something that can be stopped all at once. That's like telling the earth to stop revolving the sun. You Da Realist Like a Realist. A Schism Of Past Memories. Before you choose to read this, let me give you a disclosure,.

Part of Me. How Much They Weigh. Long stiff fingers on delicate hands Soft pursed lips and a determined chin Dust in the wind mixed with the scent of fresh bailed hay. I do not live a life of luxury, I do not lavish in gold, I do not have memories I just fantasize about the stories untold.

I would love to smile, I would love to sing,. The Inescapable Truth of a Hellish World. I live in my bubble. Clear walls, roof, and floor. Clean world and clean life. A nice place to live forevermore. A clear home so I can see every danger from on top. As time passes You finish all of your classes The good memories lasted But you're happiness crashes And you wonder why You sit down and cry Relieve your stress with a sigh But the pain remains.

Lay Me Down. As the day drags on I sit and reminisce the good times And ponder why you had to go Nothing is the same I stutter everytime I hear your name It hurts me to see your family in pain We all miss you. Dear Dad. I wake But I do not feel awaken Your love has gone And it has depressed my soul So when I wake and your not there I am woke but not awaken Once upon a time your presence Your love. Year Eight. You lodged bullets of attraction. Are We Free. Are we a free people, a free country, with a truthful servicing of liberty and justice for all?

In the 3in by 2in. In the 3in by 2in picture. Lust is a Satisfying Sin. Sleep,A deep land,filled with a rejuvenating waveWith each wave being more restful than the last,As the waves crash into the soire that is the unconscience,The mind rides the waves spinning tales upon tales ,. I live in this broad bubble that I all a life. But i know thats not right. I have become so scared of failing thatg I no longer try. Dulled passion just trying to get by. Maybe if more people knew.

Dare Gravity. To the Hungry Girls. Unrequited Love. The brain waves in my mind are like an ocean during a tsunami Big and ceaseless, powerful. Neurons connecting too fast Mind racing Heart speeding Sweaty palms Too many connections. Psychoanalyze Me. I am not the only one in the White Room. Sheer fabric whispers from the windows Goblet in hand, I drink to the Grecian lady White dress, raven ringlets frame the face Of porcelain A laugh escapes.

It is fearful to think about where I will be. Murmurs of Me. Flowing melodies have encapsulated my heart since birth. The Puppeteer That Stole Her. This is for the women with the broken bones With the shattered heart and tattered clothes This is for the women with silent voices Who made tough choices that were seen as pointless.

Undying Fantasy. But then, in a moment, A quiet word is said A small gesture, sure. My heart beats every second. A Memory. A memory. As Glass Shatters. Hear that? It's the sound of blaring red sirens, Innocence shattered on the cold marble ground. Two bombs were dropped that day. The one in the building: Seventeen injured Two dead.

Sit still and look at the Speckles of dust … drifting down… Wandering through the … air Like your thoughts of the future Unbeknownst. Wander further and you ponder, About many things unanswerable.

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The Family Meeting. Why do I let the things that crush my soul Bruise my demeanor, my attitude, my outlook on life? Is it because my mind, a vast space filled with dreams of love and adventure, Hope and happiness, splendor and joy,. Do I have to be broken? It seems these days the only way to be considered for anything is to be a battered, broken, shell of a person. Ticking Time. It just keeps ticking. Do I let it pass me by. November Walks. Whispering winds sounded through the cool night Shivering, trembling, she quickened her pace.

Not sure why, the still shadow gave her fright Unknown to her, the shadow had a face. When a Tree Falls. If a tree falls in the forest. A Need For Change. City Girl Creature. Poison Ivy. The first time I picked up a pen to write - to write with purpose, searing intent stored in my mind - I was liberated, overjoyed! I was to let ring the deepest thoughts I could find:. Don't You Remember? Don't you remember all the good times we had As kids, Just the two of us against the world? I certainly do. I'm the one who remembers everything, Remember? I still do.

A Different Show. You want to know what makes me tick? What makes me feel like giving up just a bit? It's the Republicans and Democrats, strong as can be, Giving no space for other possibilities. Leaving for College. The one that takes the knowlege. The one who carried on. The wish of going to college, Is the fear that brings a dawn. I look upon others For the help to bring hope, But what of the mothers. All boys create despair,. Do Not Cry My Friend.

Do not cry my friend. The story of life was not meant to be perfect. Life after death? Well; no. More like death after life. There is no shortage of strife. It isn't exactly where I wanted to go. I admit, I ended my life early. What will You do? I am different but the same as you, We both have two eyes, one mouth, and one nose, Our features may be a little different, But what is the difference? You have blood rushing through your veins,.

People Say. A Letter to You. Present Tense. I was Trapped in a tumultuous turmoil of trepidation and insecurity, a tourniquet of timidity restricting any temeritous thoughts from flowing forth to fruition; in a word, overwhelmed. I was. Setting My Reality. Allow treasured ruins to turn your treasures to ruins. With the unceasing tick of time, your life is now your own, Creation and exploration of your own mind, making possible fun of your youth; yet, maturity of being grown.

A Person Of Courage. A person of courage Could be a firefighter, a doctor Someone who upholds justice. But I found a person of courage in someone else. A bit more.. It Shouldn't Be So Hard. Proving to myself. Sidewalk Education. Right and wrong. Right and wrong, criminal and justice I have never understood where these ideals of right and wrong begin. When they are a result of societal norms and when they are a result of simple though and humanity. The Builders. MLA format is cruel to the trees. Those pale promises of untouched space on the backs of papers.

Fairy Decadence. I stared into the fire and found that I had become my shadow, slithering through castles young and old, who thunder about the earth in titan glory, while morphing my bones—to click and burn—aligning with yours. Heartless Lover.

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My name is Ed,. Glory Days. I noticed you were a bit sad so I wrote this to cheer you up. The Secret. I have a secret And when I tell it Hot will turn cold And my world will explode And I'll be left in the middle of nowhere. I have a secret And when I tell it Friendships will end. Chaos Cranium. I have a whole world contained in my head. Not the whole world, but my world instead. Collected in a memory bank of nostalgia and song lyrics and the actual song if I hear it.

When you told me To grow up, I thought you meant, "Kill your heart. Dutifully, plugged the tears until I suffocated. Are you proud of me?


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The Epidemic. There is a growing city Upon which the red creeps, A place that is full of People in the streets. The plague advances Bit by bit, Lowering the people Into a dark cold pit. Temptations, deceit Tricked, trapped, but it looks so good Ways of sin and men. Instructions: How to Fix a Heart. I have always dreamed of being a toy train.

Spreading smiles on happy boyish faces But have I ever drawn a smile on a face? The anger burning when I hear your name. Pull me in farther,. I'll Show You. The look you give me when I tell you I want to study away from you,. Because I'm Stuck. Wind is waving bye While the sun caresses doubts Silence brings the anger And leaves confusion on the couch Tears are hiding from pain Who carries smiles all day Lingering at the door is misunderstanding.

Enter a world known as Earth Know that whatever you say has no worth There is freedom of speech but that is a lie And nothing is ever as easy as pie Look around and you will see Something that will forever be. Math and numbers make me tick. Band Aid's Can't Fix Everything. Let me read it.

No, because it's about her. About the way she eats and the way she doesn't. Lost in Love. I see it everywhere Kissing, hugging Holding hands Everything a couple does. I see it everywhere Except for me. Alone is all I will ever be. No relationship has ever found me. Indelible Embroilment. There are moments in the night when I wish for someone to lay next to me, embrace me in their arms, and not let me go till the moon finally takes its leave.

A mind's cry. She doesn't know the effect She doesn't know the tears My eyes are bruised with waterfall cries She is always there Yeah I guess I can't knock life I feel the stress What is it that I say? Arcade Games. When I walk into work the air is cloying The musty glow of past play-sweat clinging to the air, The whipping of sugar has begun in the back Building the wispy crystals into pastel clouds.

When the dust settles. A cloud arises from the west, Sweeping the desert land in a rose tinted hue, Bringing back fond memories, Of a small world that I so dearly knew. On Music. Music is my heart, The rain, the pulse. These words So far, Frustrate me. Pain is the one that seeks the darkness. Always inside and completely lifeless. What makes me tick. What makes me tick are these sick, unrealistic expectations of women. Stuck in here for Eternity. Stuck in here for eternity: Lost in darkness; I will never see.

No voices ever speak to me, Stuck in chains for eternity. My breath runs slow, My heart losses track. Selfish User. Turn your lips to mute! You stress her out over pointless things You should stop right now and…. Irrational Understanding. Bitty Dean. What I Don't Know. I wish I was an astronomist I look at the stars and all that comes into mind is how much I don't know about the world I wish I was an expert not just about space but about physics, anatomy,.

There will always be people who work harder. I am smart. There will always be people who are smarter. I can sing. Others can sing as well. Ongoing War. The Compassion Tick. Some are driven by their money Some are inspired by their honey Some are propelled to influence What makes me tick is to make a difference.

A difference can help one in need. In less than a month's time, My world will change From the familiarity of my home and siblings To the unknown of university. Who will I meet? How will I progress? The infinite possibilities dash.

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Dusk's Domain. It's not the place of in-between, Nor the place where souls scream Night is, as night does Not in this world, or the one above For if you stay, you just might find By dawn's break, you've lost your mind. The Heart that Fell Asleep. I don't like to think that my heart stopped beating on the night when the blanket wouldn't warm up and the moonless night seemed especially suffocating. Anything can happen any day,. On Myself--Revisited. I met my lover for lunch down the street.

My lover, who taught me how to exist In the twist of this hiss, this fizz and sleet Who brought me this bliss, who's Anger, I kissed. We sat outside on two summer-hot seats. A Closed Off Girl. A Neighborhood. For to fall is to fail,. Listen up I got to say something, This is the start of a new revolution. You Did This. I am ony six years old. As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,.

Writing is an act of thought, A Muse chased into eloquence, A wild idea, tamed and caught And realized through writer's sense The cause itself, irrelevant, The processes behind it too,. Purity of the Unseen. Sea of Love. Poem Of Masks. I don't know when this started really. This feeling of falling. This feeling of emptiness that started as a dark seed and seemed to grow and grow, taller and darker, branching into the paths of my mind,. No Matter What.

The Sin-Caster. I saw you who was myself. Everyday I see it It's on the tip of your tongue You want to put us down. Crying children. What do you stand for if you don't stand in prayer? We can't eat bagels everyday. A tallis is no scarf. The drum beats out — stand for your people,.