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Mr. Hero
Dear Mr. Hero
Have you won the last war?
Oh Mr. Hero
Have you caught him before?He isn’t a sinner
But he’ll contemplate
Doing something a good man
Won’t do
How about you? -
Waiting Game
Temptation
Self destruction
I’ve been waiting sometime
For you
Hours
Days away
Minutes slowly fade
Give it up again I’ll show
I’ll wait a while -
Bittersweetness in the Air
at the beginning of the end
you went to shake my hand
i followed it with an embrace
for i could not face
what i knew would come
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in the darkness of my night i pray for you
i think of you every night
as the calmness of the dark
washes over me
comforting me
as i pray that i'll see you again -
Fear of the heart
i'm afraid of tomorrow
as it creeps slowly along
like snail it moves
leaving a trail of past
failures and mistakes
edging closer and closer -
Connecticut
the room smelled sweet
sweetness a mix between
the sterile and calm
a sweet temptation just out of my reach
Loves
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When the boys grew up on sun and waves
The sun didn’t kiss these boys
It hugged them
The way you would with your best friend before
Leaving for a long time
It hugged them and
It made their skin the color of a caramel
And their hair like the sand
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tribute to emily dickinson
they have taken her.
hope.
she is trapped in the great big house made of new money & keys
that open nothing anymore. it is named america.
you can hear her,
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the waiting place is a tea store on sunday
中午 At 12:00 pm you walk into the tea store that lies just above the edges of your consciousness, embalm your tongue with the scent of green tea and honey.
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What About The Dreamers?
What about the dreamers
who stare up at the stars
What about the dreamers
whose hopes shimmer like sparklers in the night
What about the dreamers
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I Picked a Flower and Saw the Stars
When I lean against my grandma
On the green couch
She talks about things that used to be
Does that mean
When I’m her
My grandkids won’t understand
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i am a poet
i see things that no human ever should:
the intricate coding of life
an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another
a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.
i am a poet