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Here’s your book, I’m giving it back. I lack the time required to read The pages….through……to the end. Every word created wonder. Then again, Obligation is of no importance In literature; You never felt the same. So, here’s your book.
Oh, to do something, anything But, sit here doing nothing, emptying hours. Watching the lives of strangers and dogs Yes, dogs. The dogs of unknown people; Who will Forever remain the same? Nothing changes neither work nor life nor the … Continue reading
Worth does not show itself In sums or words carefully placed Upon a page It lurks in dark spaces Under the stove or behind a door Covered in the gummy filth Of forgotten dreams So sing lowly chambermaids with blackened … Continue reading
Nothing nothing nothing but this blinking blinking blinking No inking from my thinking The poet left the room.
Tree limbs merry with song And tiny bursting buds Tulips will Soon Bloom In spring As daylight lingers long Mosquitos buzz about Roses fill Each Room In Summer Darkness meets the dawn Colors begin to fade Frost kills Costumes In … Continue reading
They said You are too LOUD!!!! I learned to be silent, then no one listened. They said You are TOO quiet. I learned to be •BRASH•, then no one believed. They said You are too siζζy ;p. I learned … Continue reading
Sitting on the porch Holding You My Sweet Red Glass Behind the door Beyond moonlight Beyond stars Blinking Words Wait In Envy There Is Reason For wine