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-INSPIRATIONS FROM A DROWNING-

...from bone dry land we can’t survive amongst the fish we come alive...

THE SLIPPERY SLOPE

,,,and dreams we never dreamed for fear of dreamy scenes that shadow things we can’t control ,,,

Smoke Weed All Day

Fanatic-habituated-exuberant. I'm high as the voltage on a electrical current. Depend on this herb, to make my problems go away. Journey and wonder away from the astray.

A Water Song

I saw your hand make shapes to catch the falling rain. I saw your hand as a cup under the weight of a waterfall. I saw your hand slice through icy waters rushing away from melting snow.

I AM A poem

I am trapped in the image of stares but I do not wish to exhort any deficiencies.

LOVE ME poem

someone who brings joy in a smile who gurgles with knowledge in a path to womanhood

"the calligrapher"

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Seasonal affective disorder (SAD)

So seasonal ills lull my every mood Ice flows inward outward my thinking Never does the spring thaw lessen its rude Hold on my life; each day begs questioning.

You sent an unexpected letter

You sent an unexpected letter And sweet heart it arrived today In perfect tone! Elegant grammar Like a heavenly grammatical cliché. The laws deliverance from up above!

For Elsa

I love you more for the fire in your hair Than the dresses that you wear I love you more for the fire in your heart Than the kisses at the start I love you for the fire in your soul

a wedding song

i love you more than madness dear i love you more than light i love you more than riches i love you more than might - i love you more than air i love you more than breath

Each day the sun rises...

'I take your hand in mine and detect every line and crease on them- enough to start mapping out our life together...'

Still haven't forgave myself *18+*

Blame myself for my childhood. Feel left out, I'm real misunderstood. But that's life growing up in the hood. But I blame myself.
Cherry

In the Bawdyhouse

The oldest trade and basic needs.

Rome

Dull centurion, genitor, I’m tired of your dire gates, The journeys East, the plums and dates, I can not fight your sunset war. And you, Cleopatra from New York,

old mans heartbreak - or - hopeful for reuniting

the time on my clock it read 1:42 and i was lying in bed just thinking of you your scent in my head was lingering on your memories fresh though you may have gone

lessons in life - or - all a dad can do

"a feather in my cap please sir," i told my teacher bold and true "for such an accolade," he said "i must see the work you do" "this praise i seek," i said "is not for work ive done

a simple task - or - should i be a travel

the sun is shining, and it is still winter the roads are so hot they are starting to splinter yet a few miles away, theres a snow covered cap just dont "wonder" too far, youll fall off the map
Cherry

Vitriolic Sticky Wicket

I wondered if it was for real or some joke we would later share. But further comments set the seal they really filled me with despair.

Mister Quilp

There was an awful silence before the primary shock wave came, we sat huddled together, waiting, knowing, fearing, I remember glancing around the room, catching glimpses of vacant staring faces in the

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