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A Senryu on the fear of every post

Not read Just liked And scrolled past

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Tomorrows wait

my heart is anxiousYour voice makes me calm, peaceful.…Serenity.

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Growth

I’m not a beast, but whether I’m a man or a boy… I do not know.

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Untitled

so now I just waitand you wait toowe wait together

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A Haiku on understanding

I may not “get” you,But i’d sure like to hold youWhile the colors fade to dark.

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The Carpenters Picture (of a rose)

I tried to write it on paper. I tried to give it meter and verse. I tied to give it rhyme and metaphor. But it was all blind and dull, blind and dull. I tried to paint it. But your … Continue reading

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What is this?

              Pain             Pain that subsides with your presence.             Even though I don’t get as expressive as you do, my heart does seem to beat faster when you’re near. I try to keep my logical head and clear … Continue reading

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A short plea from a sinner

I fail at every trial when I’m on my own/ I struggle with the wind and ignore the house of stone/ I want to turn to you or anywhere but Him/ I want to turn to Him but not quite … Continue reading

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Aboard the Genesis

There are no mountains or rivers. There are no lakes or trees. There are no streets or buildings. There is only water. A hundred years of woodwork Leaves no slack between the crevices. The baying and the howling is maddening. … Continue reading

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The snowman

He is made of porcelain and sits on a music box. He’s a little white snowman with a top hat that spins. He is a novelty to show to all of the gests. He’s a game that nobody wins. The … Continue reading

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