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 

at the end of the night 

i turned you away 

i met your warm embrace 

with a cold handshake 

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meandpaul

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    The dog at the end

    There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—

    he barks at anyone that nears,

    snarling teeth that glow shiny in the afternoon light. 


     

    There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—

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  • Poetry

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    I am not

    I am not a poet 
    I don’t know how to use my words the way they can
    I can’t captivate the minds of my friends by stringing them along with the simplest of words 

    I am not a musician 

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