Best Emptier Poems

Just say no to sunshine
Trying to penetrate your dark doom
Wrap your black cloud around its fire 
Smoother it in your tears, in your grief
In your...

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Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The beginning of winter

The winters hold....

Empty branches

Emptier hands

Living but dying

Without any plans

Breathing; beating....

Seeing

The best that you can?!

Seeing 

Being

This barren land....

Gray is...

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This piece is dedicated with love to J.E. Gauthier, Jr. Active addict and father. 
Only by the grace of God may he be saved from...

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The falling leaves danced
With the randomness of time
And flow of restless souls,
Moving on. Passing-by.
Grayer shades clothed
The dying accent of the setting sun
And in an hour,
You...

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I
At this stage
My retirement age
I speak with JWs
Jehovah's Witnesses
I shut my door
quickly before
Now, I'm emptier - stronger -
I converse with JWs longer

II
Fine people, careful about...

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Every morning is the same,
Standing staring at my frame,
Looks no different from last night,
Flab is still winning the fight,

Scales hate me, sure they lie,
I only...

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The warriors sword is sealed as the weeping souls who were taken by his blade echo out across time
and the walk of the warrior is...

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1am: The clock strikes like bolts of lightning as my brain rapidly

fires neurons creating a torturous play field in my tired mind.

Pangs of loneliness hit...

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Why
Did I
Get sucked in
Like a big fish 
And play with the clowns
There went my rent money
I'm a laughing stock at cards
My life's a big circus...

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"Te recuerdo como eras en el ultimo otono..."
  ---- Pablo Neruda

Dawn seems much later --
the nights much longer
than they used to be...
I am achier,...

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If someone asked me, “A penny for your thought”
I’ll tell him, “Sorry! It can’t be bought”
The thought process runs like a train
Fed by emotions and...

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A thousand pictures adorn the walls
In a house where the memories remain
If I could make those picture come alive
We would dance and dance again.

Laughter stains...

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I have a secret, the changing of time
Affects me sublime, and opens me to
The changing of blue to this lovely sign
Of which I divine, the...

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Kiss me until the stitches on my heart dissolve, 
and I forget what it feels like to breathe without lungs.
Touch my skin until your fingertips...

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Dawn again in this gaol
The jailbirds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more of my countrymen.

The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And...

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