Euphoria
This poem is based on a real place, a park I often played at in my chilhood. It explores the idea of freedom and is my first poem with only one punctuation mark.
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'It Ain't Necessarily So...'
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Shared Dreams
I move as you move and we will move together, joined together through the night, all night long. We follow each other across this bed as in our dreams we walk hand in hand,
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View from the Top
Eddie sees his fiancée kissing another man then saves a girl from jumping off the bridge. His life just got more complicated!
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The wood cutter
In the blackest dungeon forest, in the deepest dark There in; lies a post-hold position, in yours and gods heart Where in; he builds a lowly wood cutter habitation,
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Fifty United States
It all depends on what state you're in .
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Hey Freckle
Hey Freckle! How’s your day been? Did you wake up feeling special? Did the corners of the bedclothes turn themselves to let you out? Was it petals or red carpet as you stepped down
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THE PIE SHOP. Chapter Six. Benny's Love Story
We all have a talent of some sort it seems.
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Montgomery, Montgomery
Montgomery, Montgomery The greatest cad in history A weasel sly and Slippery In expensive cotton frippery His smile so slick and buttery Makes the ladies tummies fluttery
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Epitaph
The will is white and tells us lies, and wills us to believe. Beneath a fetid mound of turned soil; should you come to mourn my passing, this is where you’ll find me.
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