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As I Lay On My Death Bed

The last few hours of my life
Felt like an eternity.
My ever so frail, disintegrating body
Endured the fight of a lifetime,
Struggling with every inhale 
And exhale of air.
My thoughts were hopeless.

As I lay on the putrid smelling mattress
That I had rescued from the local
Dump only months before,
I realized that I was already dead,
And had been for nearly
Three quarters of a century.

My soul had been a prisoner of death
Since the day that I gave up on myself
And began to live the life that everyone
Else expected and thought was best for me.

My soul had died at the radiant age of
Thirteen, while the death of my body
Was a few struggling breaths away.

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Yearning For the Past

What happened?
Why aren’t things the way they used to be?
And what is it that you saw in me?

What happened?
You used to be overflowing with passion
Your every word,
Movement
Carried out
In such an intense fashion.

What happened?
To the little girl I once admired?
The one who lived every day
As though it was her last
And never tired.

What happened?
I asked her one last time
Would telling me be such an atrocious crime?
Indeed so, for she paused thoughtfully
Before leaving me with this-
Memories are a bliss.

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Gold Digger

Creation
Between life and death
What is our destination?
Leave it to imagination
Stories unravel
Buried me in the gravel
Got to travel
Admist the worms and mud
Thud
Coffin lid creaks shut
In the underworld
Two years pass
What a stench!
A ruthless little wench
Disrupted my decay
To my dismay
Dug me up
Pried me open
All for three 
Gold teeth.

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Ghost

Can’t you see?
When you shove past me
In your eyes
For a moment
I don’t exist
Drowning in a mist 
Of oblivion

It’s a crime
To witness
You having a jolly time
Having a toast
To life

Once again
Ignore my presence
Continue to
Walk through me
As though I’m a despondent ghost

This occurs with such frequency
Think I’m numb to the pain?
No damnit, I have feelings
I’m somebody too!

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Life, Version 2

Creation 
Between life and death
What is our destination
Leaves it to imagination

Stories unravel
Buried me in the gravel 
Hoovering above my corpse
Felt immensely uneasy
Yet not queasy
From this rotting, stenchy site

Thoughts darting,
Darting through me
Wasn’t my time…
Wasn’t my time…
So much left unsettled
Unsettled…
Something never done…
But what?

Oh my God!?!
What’s happening?!?
Murmurs, murmurs
Faces flashing
Before my eyes
Panic, Panic
Doctors sweating
Woman flushed red & wheezing!
Screaming
One last agonizing shriek!
Out I popped
7 lb 2 oz
Maybe I’ll get it right this time

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Random Rhythm

Writin' with a random rhythm
That's how you get 'm
Trapped in a prism
Like an unsolvable algorithm
Ceaseless, senseless phrases
Contain hidden meaning?
Bits and pieces, little traces-
Victory leave you gleaming
So keep on thinking
Lingering in brain tissue crevices
As you lie sleeping.

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Lonliness

Magnitude
Of Solitude
Hits
As she drifts 
Over mountainous cliffs
Into the atmosphere

Wake her
Shake her

Falling from the skies
Eyes swell over the rim
As she cries
Feeling overwhelmingly grim

Even the social outcast
Yearns for a companion

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Pavlovs Dogs

Human
Man and Woman
Psychology’s guinea pigs
Electric shock unknowingly given
Every time one munches on baby figs
Just like Pavlov’s dogs
Humans- more like cognitive dogs
Aware of the capacity?
Two sided reality
One’s mentality
Can be trained
In this same manner
Even on ones own accord.

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Writers Itch

Developing itch
My little nitch
Words 
Thoughtful
Senseless
Irregular
Rythmical

What triggers them?
Each phrase a baby gem.
Clear my throat, swallow the flem.
White seeds transform into a stem
Stem spurts out branches, leaves, flower buds
Blossoming buds like a completed poem.

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Time

Time
Gone quicker than a drop of a dime
Crime
To turn its juices sour like a lime
Go purely bitter
Then life's always in the dumps
There's gratitude
In a positive attitude
Dissillusion
In a flawed vision
Life ain't always wonderful and cheery
Nor dreadful & dreary
Combine the two
Aware of the clue
When these ends meet
It's not truly bittersweet.
Rather 
Realistically Optimistic