Poems

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Date written:  Apr 1 2008

wind never felt so calm

never felt so peaceful

sun never felt it burn

never felt so relaxing

night never felt so dark

never felt so lonely

life never felt so easy

never felt so smooth

dream never felt so mad

never felt so angry

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Date written:  Mar 31 2008

Love, you make me happy
Love, you make me happier
Love, you make me the happiest
Love, you make me sad
Love, you make me angry
Love, you make me lonely

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Date written:  Mar 29 2008

One time,
I ate something green.
I think it was a bug.
Tasted like Grandma's wig,
So I threw up on the rug.

 

One time,
I had an invisible friend.
I think his name was Russ.
Passed away by accident,
When I chucked him under a bus.

One time,
I saw a fairy.
I think she was pretty too.
But didn't see her after awhile,
Once mom took away my glue.

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Date written:  Mar 23 2008

My Love for you

is as deep as ocean.

My Love for you

is as wide as Sky.

My Love for you

is as pure as ash.

My Love for you

is bright as Sun.

My Love for you

is as colorful as rainbow.

My Love for you

is as strong as steel.

My love for you is

as hard as Diamonds.

My Love for you

is as clear as water.

My love for you

is as true as Death.

I love my life

as you are my life.

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Date written:  Mar 18 2008

I am writing to tell you that

I do no love you anymore.

I do not miss you.

I never have.

 

The truth is, i tried but

never found your adoration

anything other that arduous.

Your niceties cliched,

your praise thoughtless.

It has become unbearly obvious

that you love me with all the

orginality of romance novels.

 

The manly man weakening,

the lucious flower.

 

But do not be sad,

nothing us lost.

Neither of us even loved

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Date written:  Mar 13 2008

Love is a mystery,
never solved.

Love is a fire,
never calm.

Love is weakness,
never fullfilled.

Love is a punishment,
never completed.

Love is a crime,
never erased.

Love is a pleasure,
never found.

Love is drug,
always high.

Love is a relation,
never broken.

Love is death,
never felt.

Love was unconditonal, but yet unrequitted!!

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Date written:  Mar 1 2008

Either this sorrowful night is long,

or my poem is interminable.

This dreadful night does not end,

Nor do my poem cease.

 

How deep are these lakes?

no one has measured them.

But they do not dwell up in the rains,

Nor dry up in the droughts.

 

There is something wrong with

my bones,

Set them on fire and do not scorch.

Sigh burns them.

Grief scorches them.

 

These are injuries of love,

What cure my friend, is possible?

A touch hurts,

A salve hurts,

 

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Date written:  Feb 24 2008

Every morning she comes,

Brings with her, her love,

For her surounding,

Though her hearts pounding,

She runs and she runs,

Till her legs, heart, and lungs,

Hurt with her passion.

Together, rocks, trees, and beach, they sigh,

As she runs in and out with the tide,

So rare is it now to have someone like this,

That isn't afraid to not look her best,

So the wind flies through her long hair,

And the water, it splashes without a care,
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Date written:  Feb 21 2008

If knowledge is what you are looking for
Then I suggest to you to take the time
To search the shelves for books you will adore
You could start with a simple children’s rhyme
Or maybe you’d prefer to read the news
To fill your mind with problems of the world
But don’t forget the other books to choose
And many pages that should be unfurled
Perhaps it would be best for you to find
A book that you can clearly understand
So you’ll be able to expand your mind
And spread your knowledge all across the land
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Date written:  Feb 21 2008

I smell it now.

Disgust creeps onto my face.

The stench of greed soaking into me.

Emanating from every pore of hers.

In the room, there’s a pretty vase of dahlias on the dresser.

I should focus on it.

Not on the selfish brat in front of me.

She stares up at me, all freckles and innocence, methodically breaking up the rich chocolate, and somehow managing to shove every piece between her dainty lips.

The pieces that drop smear the floor,
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