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The sun throws itself out to everyone each day.
It is giving something.
It is not asking for something.
Some people like the sun.
Some people love the sun.
Some people are indifferent to the sun.
Some people dont like the sun so much.
The...
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My friend who dresses like a tangerine,
Got stung behind the knee by a bee,
She screamed and stamped her feet,
Get the antihistamines, is what she what she means,
So I did.
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idiot quips
genius errs
sure foot slips
crystal blurs
coward fights
hero leaves
wet match lights
sociopath grieves
But for all of these and the others
We my dear, shall never again, be lovers.
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So can your wait turn on me?
Or can your wait, our wait become?
The subtle and the tiny glee,
Of the pining and the waiting one, alone,
I do much rather the lost and wondering
The pacing, the looking at the phone
The nervous stammer, the...
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I'm a mystery.
Did you miss me?
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I am sick of being tired,
Wired and sore.
Sick of waking up in different places, with an aching back,
Sick of my throat feeling like I have smoked too many cigarettes, because I have.
Sick of paying off one travelling trip and saving for...
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The mundane and those who sound the same,
Even the mundane who sound different from the rest,
But the same as their 10 day ago selves,
Ive felt at times that alone is the way to go.
Not forever though,
The time will come...
...When...
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My friend dresses like fruit,
She always looks wonderful and her smile and her words are wonderful too,
Its just that she always dresses like fruit.
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How about writing a poem about some of the things you and your siblings did when you were kids!
I can remember fun times catching yabbies down at the river, and I remember trying not to get involved in games of Brandy that my big brother loved so...
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Comfort, longing
Just stay here
The world may be calling
But they can wait
Or just go on
I don't care
I'm in bed
My safe place
Safest in the world
No warfare, no bombing
Just my blanket
And pillows
And me
Alone in my bed
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The center of the line
it falls slowly on deafness.
In the bottom of my mind I feel sorrow,
I need more.
To long is to feel alive,
yet so alone.
How do you change the past,
without erasing the future?
I just drift.
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The woman on the corner is selling free screams,
Shes hunched over like a standing armadillo,
Shes still though in the turbulent edges of a tornado.
I want to know what you mean,
But I cant.
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Poets don't exist no more.
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The ticking clock runs on and on and on and on.
I have never, since I can remember, felt like I have had enough time.
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Eloquent and unobtrusive,
Quietly and with gentle care,
Standing there;
Your long brown hair, stretched down,
Loose curls wrapped twice about the air,
And stopped.
Eloquent and unobtrusive,
Only years later and after much education and...
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I have seen the joy of new cross the faces of the elderly,
I have seen the joys of you srawled naked in the afternoon,
I have seen the cries of children, enduring more than they can handle,
I have seen the vacant stare of a man stripped, cold...
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scratch the leaves because when you come home,
the fish will be waiting for you,
draped over seven pans and burping up memories,
where the waters end and the mind begins thats is where we can once again meet
the pools between the worlds...
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all pens are overflowing,
i thought the ink would dribble down the sides of the table,
slowly and deliberately,
creeping across the floor
seeping into the floorboards
years later you would come back,
and find that everything had...
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The older lady's hand quivver'd while she pour'd the tea,
The stolen servant girl shivver'd while she fann'd and look'd sideways at me,
The marble staircase swirrl'd as it reach'd for the fluffy clouds of heaven,
Something deep within me knew...
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A nature, a nurture,
its simply a delectable torture,
some say no, whilst others curl in a ball,
sorry may seem like it, but its never an option,
you need, to need a commitment,
as uncomfortable as a bed of old rose thorns,
say me, tell me...
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