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- Definition at sharepoetry
If I were to be defined / by what I do, / laundry, washing and folding / cooking, healthy and delicious / errands, mundane and tedious / videogames, silly and uneducated. / I would be little more / than a house wife. / However if I were t - Untitled at sharepoetry
I love a Marine, / he loves me back. / Thank god / hes already been to Iraq. / / The tossing, the turning / the shouting, the bombing. / News flashes, friends broken smiles / long e-mails, short phone calls. / The Question lingers / - Scribble at sharepoetry
Penmanship degrades / as fingers swell. / Letters blend together, / eyes squint to read them. / To the outside mind / it's just pages to be nodded at / but ignored as not worth the trouble. / Those scribbles and scratches / can't have mea - Memorabilia at sharepoetry
The star logo has begun to fade / on her tattered box. / As she slides it out from under the bed / she treasures the feeling of it in her hand. / Inside are the scattered memorabilia of her life. / A ticket stub, / her first Mariner's game - Stubborn Missionary at sharepoetry
Always fixing whats not here, / draining ideas of your Christ complex / leaves me vacant. / Your conviction the only thing left. / I am seeping through / your poorly constructed barriers, / Nail yourself to that cross, / I will still fall - Better than Vicodin at sharepoetry
The thunder begins to roll / behind my eyes as a fall to the bed. / My aching body cries as the rain falls, / leaving smears of agony. / The pressure of the would be soft bed / pushes insistently against me. / Before the storm can consume my w - Body of Feelings at sharepoetry
The blood from my brain screams certain death / but as it passes through my heart / with all it's valves and ventricles, / the message is transformed. / "Take the leap" / my pulse urges. / For the heart knows / what the brain does not. / H - My monster at sharepoetry
Over the horizon / it peaks it's nasty head. / As if to say / "you can't hide". / Aching blinking / wishing time would stop. / Sleep like a fast forward button / I stubbornly refuse to push. / Every strand of hair seems brown / all eyes - More than it once was at sharepoetry
- The Best Years at sharepoetry
- The Girl Beside the Lake at sharepoetry
- Smile, Click, Gone. at sharepoetry
