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Morning Song

a cheerful poem

PROMISES, PROMISES

You promised me the earth. It wasn't even yours.

IN AND OUT

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EXTENT

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I'M NOT BEING MOODY...

I'm not being moody, I'm just being me, Telling it how it feels; actually, really. I'm letting my feelings do their confessing. I'm not being moody,...

DYING FOR IT

br /> " http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd "> "I'm dying for it," he said, "Will you give it to me?" "No flaming chance," she...

BIG-HEAD CELEB

Poem about anyone who lets fame go to their head.

ALREADY ATTACHED

Poem about having feelings for an unavailable man.

Moon

A short poem about the moon

Retreat

scene in a Tropical Rainforest

prayer

A prayer.......
Cherry

Untitled

You let me in That night we lay talking As new loves do You opened the door And I stepped right inside I didn't notice you closing it behind me...

Polar Bear

Everyone thinks you're pure white, But I know it's just the snow Reflecting. This close the dirt on your paws shows up. And the blood around your...

Like a Ghost

I ask no questions And you Never speak her name This is where we go to forget Still She's there With us Silent at the edge of the bed Lately I see...

Journey

Although you are more sure-footed than I Come, take my hand I know this path well It is slippery, and wet with tears Don't be afraid Let me lead you...

Alone in the Woods

Exhausted by your games I can't keep up the chase So I don't think I'll try Any more Still It's getting late The wolves are circling And I Have no...

OPENNESS

If I open myself to you, What if you don't like what you find? What if I'm unacceptable; At least, from the view of your mind?

MAGNIFICENT

Tell me, have you never felt, The heat that makes the icicles melt, That turns the coldness into a warm stream, Gentle and caressing, like a pleasurable dream.

LOVE BUG

I've got the love bug. There seems to be no cure. It flows throughout my body, And seeps out through each pore.

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