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I’ve almost crossed the line
from coveting to wanting.
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Touches every soul she meets.
Encouraging words she always speaks.
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I saw a leaf fall
deliberate in descent
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I can’t believe that I’ve forgotten.
I can almost hear it, but just barely gone.
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Only in brief, vague moments of reminiscing
do I encounter you in thought.
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by heygoo
34 lines, 4 comments,
on Sep 5 10:25 PM 2007. In Nature
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Death dances ‘round
like carnival music,
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‘Neath autumn moon and high school lights
come boys to play a game.
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Somewhere in the mountains west
(exact location only guessed)
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I found it yesterday
Small but firm
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One hundred forty eight years of strength
lingering over London.
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I’ve smelled the salmon
and the pine.
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Remembered neurons sending chills.
Severed synapses somehow still sting.
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Take one moment, just one, to breathe,
to bathe in evening light and bubbles.
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To free my mind is what she said
expanded thinking
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You can all go home now
Thinking what you will
by heygoo
9 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 8 8:09 AM 2007. In Other
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The picture, as I gazed,
became emotions bare.
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Untied shoes and sticky hands / I ride upon a hip. / Fully trusting, unafraid / searching for bright colors / and action seeming fun. / Wiggle, squirm to run and touch. / Brief freedom with hip waiting. / Secure
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In a place with diagonal lighting, / a fortress of intolerance, / I am forced to spend my days. / Leaving here is not a choice, / guarded gates at every hour, / and so we wait for death, / as pardon nev
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I / do / not / upon / a whim / Dive in to oceans, far to swim. / Spontaneous, never, unless made to be / Only / then / with / great / anxiety. / I’ve / learned / to live / a life / in f
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I need someone with technical know how
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Desperately, I’m pacing / muscles taut, my hands are shaking
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I pen this for the world to view
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Bury my heart with those that perished / by the hand of ignorance / Do your textbooks tell you for twenty year’s / King Philip’s head was
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Sand Creek now flows with blood and tear / No longer crystal waters here. / Staggered village caught in slumber / to horses hooves, the sound as thunder. / Warriors hunting and not near by / yet still the soldiers b
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searching / for / your / essence rare
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The colors in my box are pretty. / The waxy rainbow mingles together to create / a vivid picture of harmony. / Brow is the color of the tre
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I never raised my hand in class / My eyes never met your gaze / They were always buried / in a book of sorts / But I have something to say damn it! / I didn’t balk when things were stolen / Or
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My eyes are brown, while theirs are blue / the recessive gene not here in me. / Looking in the mirror at these pitch dark eyes / I wonder whose they are. / They are not the woman’s I call mother. / They are not the
by heygoo
17 lines, 3 comments,
on May 22 9:44 AM 2007
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With a friend as sweet as you / honey seems like bitter salt.
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