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Yeah, it's a question of admitting [that]
I don't know how to make coffee
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The clock ticks on the mantle The seconds drip like rain
by Gratitude
27 lines, 5 comments,
on Aug 2 8:36 PM
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Neither use nor ornament
We used to call this thing a government
by Gratitude
7 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 2 5:17 PM
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Well go on, answer her...
What are you afraid of?
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It feels like
moving through the dark with my hands tied
by Gratitude
21 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 28 3:00 PM
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I am never real, it's just a sketch of me
It's just an outline how you think I ought to be
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Once, on a page in his diary
He wrote a poem
by Gratitude
22 lines, 3 comments,
on Jun 23 6:42 PM
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When you go home to Heaven, I'll lift my face skywards for starlight to light up my eyes
by Gratitude
23 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 16 6:44 PM
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Everyone knows the economy sucks
But there's a solution, a site called SwagBucks
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Voiceless souls, unheeded warnings
Consigned to futility
by Gratitude
7 lines, 5 comments,
on May 25 12:00 PM
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I want to veil in church, and kneel down, and become humble
I want to learn humility; I want to learn to pray
by Gratitude
34 lines, 6 comments,
on May 19 3:19 PM
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Once again, knee deep in papers, books, red pen
Struggling with the weight of expectation; buried in work.
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"Meh,"
"It sucks."
by Gratitude
29 lines, 2 comments,
on May 17 3:17 PM
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Coming and going like a great idea
the high notes soar, then crack, then settle down
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In the hue and cry, the hubbub she hoiked her child onto a
by Gratitude
29 lines, 2 comments,
on Apr 30 4:34 AM
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Moo Cow, how are you now? Where have you been in field of green?
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Inspired by the Brownies! It's another childhood-inspired write.
10. In the NaPoMo contest (I think)
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Thirty poems in a month, Madness! but I'll get them done
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twelve rubber ducks floating their way
around eleven small islands find that ten toy
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we are always too busy, too rushed
to look inside You, come and find You
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15. in the NaPoMo contest series
Inspired by a poem about fairytales written by Mantha. Thanks!
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I am a poor and wandering maid from yonder come to see
If any man about this town will take good care of me
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Keep writing, even if you've done thirty poems I urge you to keep writing, keep the thoughts flowing,
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"When you sneeze, you fill the room with germs."
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on a shelf he sits between the other toys
stuffed full of his own importance with a
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dying to the flesh, the blinkers falling away the old charades crumbling like charred wood
by Gratitude
26 lines, 1 comment,
on Mar 21 9:14 PM
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I ama camera, surveying the house that you've left
the old me that controlled me kicked out to make
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You meant more than the world to me
So remember me, darling, remember
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I choose
to forgive you
by Gratitude
16 lines, 5 comments,
on Sep 2 9:17 AM 2008
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Doors on every wall lead to every direction
Leading to passages…
by Gratitude
35 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 30 8:05 PM 2008
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I love you more than anything
more than making sense...
by Gratitude
18 lines,
on Aug 30 7:17 PM 2008
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What is a kiss if not a rose:
An unasked question gently posed
by Gratitude
5 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 27 12:53 PM 2008
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