These are my poems written in my adaptation of Emily Dickenson's poetry style. Enjoy!!
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Pick a Flower-
Wake the Dead to
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A little girl bathes in a pool-
Drenched in cool mellow and
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Flower petals fall like Feathers-
Drifting- Sifting-
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Vampire- cloaked within
The Night- his sultry secrets
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How can I untie The limb I thought was my own leg?
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Young impressions-
False expressions-
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We should take notice of the fish-
In all its simple ways-
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Does the Daisy dawdle
Upon the old sidewalk?
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Leaves grow on the vine-
Clumping together and feeling just fine-
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How does man mix with mother
To find the perfect blend?
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reflections in the shiny wood
upon the mandolin-
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Branded Indian- you didn't mention
You were starving for Attention-
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The goldfish and the sparrow have
Fallen in love- forever in one soul-
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Forget me not- for I shall
Never forget where my fingers
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The goldfish and the sparrow have
Reached a consensus- they will
17 lines, 4 comments,
on Jun 25 5:21 PM 2004. In Personal, Love
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will you join me in this
forever ring- of the sweet
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sudden sadness falling
over me- as evening starts
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Emily hiding- she is perched
within my Soul- through all
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Sitting in the park with you, wind blowing
through my hair. Wishing to remove
4 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 31 1:37 AM 2004. In Personal, Love
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That day I was reborn a bird- fulfilled
the prophecy. For now the swallow flies
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Every person has a carriage,
and they grow to have a horse.
10 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 9 2:50 AM 2004. In Personal, Love
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will you join me in this
forever ring of lying
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I'm impressed at all our progress
and depressed that all is lost-
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sweet Melancholy chirps- once more I hatch
from swallow's eggs. Reborn to fly about
14 lines,
on Aug 29 8:10 PM 2004. In Personal
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A void- undeniable as that which is left
by the leg which one has amputated-
12 lines, 9 comments,
on Mar 10 9:51 PM 2005. In Angst
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Don't condescend the fish who thinks he is
a bird. No worse is he than the Murderer who \knows\-
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Pure is the place where
nothing happens- between
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Spill from your lips- perjury like sweet Red Wine- stains, and listeners retreat-
9 lines, 8 comments,
on Apr 13 5:00 PM 2007
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sweet scents ride
Molocules of Air- invade
18 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 20 5:28 PM 2007
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beautiful Rose paints her tresses
in black- unique in her bed of buds. address
12 lines, 10 comments,
on Sep 12 12:39 PM 2007
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the Grass is always greener, but once
you've jumped the Fence, discarded assets Essence
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coincidence, kismet- if only we had
kissed when we first met- this
5 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 1 12:25 PM 2008
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