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When I'm alone, I'm alone with myself,
But alone may not be what it seems.
28 lines, 16 comments,
on Feb 27 9:42 PM 2004. In Personal, Hope
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A summer song, a sonnet sung,
A tasteful tune trips off my tongue.
16 lines, 32 comments,
on Mar 4 3:55 PM 2004. In Personal
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Far from the town, is an empty night gown,
in a house on Henderson road.
48 lines, 10 comments,
on Mar 8 11:23 PM 2004. In Other
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Walls are meant to hide us, to keep life's weather out
Walls are meant to shield us, when we're filled with doubt
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A somber mellow resonance of bow on cello’s string
The softly sensuous melodies which sea-bound sirens sing.
17 lines, 22 comments,
on May 7 11:35 PM 2004. In Personal
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The pendulum swings left, then right
Each tick and tock a parasite
24 lines, 58 comments,
on May 27 8:36 AM 2004. In Personal
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Listen! The sound of the empty bell,
Tolling out its silent knell.
24 lines, 8 comments,
on Jun 8 4:13 PM 2004. In Personal, Hope
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She is the night in sequined dress,
The one the daylight can't possess.
32 lines, 31 comments,
on Sep 3 10:14 AM 2004. In Personal, Dark
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The water's murky, tannin stained,
It's color grayish brown,
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A cannonade of color as I cross Coshocton Glen,
A fusillade of fiery reds, the fluttering of wrens.
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Friendship shows itself to me in many shapes and forms.
No matter where I find it though, it somehow always warms.
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"No man is an island," John Donne once said,
We all are a part of the main.
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