Best Emptiest Poems

Be it known as convenience food, junk food or munchies;
whether spicy, melt-in-your-mouth soft, or crunchy,
food, inglorious food, seduces with ease
and ensnares with the emptiest of calories.

Disguised as a comfort food comes macaroni
with creamy Alfredo and kin, Fettucini,
To not be outdone, spaghetti entices
with large fattening meatballs...

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This youth, with its curiosity to follow dreams,
always finds us among the tallest sunflowers
that hide us from the bewildered faces
of the common people who surely envy us
for being here between sunset and darkness,
carefully drawing images of a future that could be:
choosing those colors that are...

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On Making a Difference

It does not matter how much money I have.
Nor how many medals or trophies I own.
Making a difference in the lives of others is 
the way to live, I was shown.

Living as if I were the Hope Diamond under 
glass, is no...

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Her indifference was merely a façade,
Mine too, if truth be asked, it might have been.

The day had been an autumn harvest festival,
A ballroom packed with clichés ringing as bells
A banner was strung across the sky that read, 

       ...

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Press record and create a scene
No second take, she just looks mean
Confront her, she will cause a scene
She's not the one for clothes, know what I mean

I mean just press record and create a scene
She's in love with the lens, replay that scene
No lunch on...

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A silly superstition enwraps and grips me, 
It holds me and will not loosen its vile, crushing deathgrip:
It is a numerical one, this foolish superstition to which I have my subscription, 
For this is the numerological sorcerous fallacy to which I've subscribed:
That, as I have...

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started May 2013, completed 08.06.2013 (miss placed memory stick I had it saved on... oops)
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 A wasteland of empty space, void of light
A fearsome nowhere, a darkness not even night
Can this really be the realm I once called home
The broken empty caverns, the dying light...

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The urge to real-ease empties and dulls
Lights in a ram-parted brain flicker on and off
Water flows down a familiar trail down the face
As the shades of gray under the eyes darken
Those sad, tired bags…ridiculed by the winds
Sagging as more rubbish is seen, felt and heard-
Through...

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Did you hear the old man on his high-horse on Easter Sunday?
Smiting all the non-believers in a half empty church.
In his eyes, his own disguise he’s hiding from the faith demise
The rise of non-believers cutting slowly at his perch

Saying- who will be your scapegoat when...

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Love a word so sweet
that rolls of your
tongue 
A word that
represents so much
of a simple thing,
A four letter word
that will make a
break you
love a hopeless
feeling leaving most
vulnerable
Captivating and raw
emotions come out in
this, 
Love a word not to
use lightly, for it
will fire right
Love ignites the
purest rarest
feeling...

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Half: 
 Half is what I Have.
Half is what I offered you.
Half a heart, half a smile, half a hug, half a touch, half a conversation, half a kiss.
Half on the daily, yes that will do. 
   
  Just take the half...

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Who is there to smoke with me
Because im lost here in california
I havent quite reached the sea
My motive is only mere paranoia

But all this seems like some dark dream
Just get me out of this air wasting body
Its in this skin that im ready to burst...

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Her tears are real, clearly champagne and crystal, 
  delicately micro frozen upon her quiescent face; 
transparent and invisible, deceives the naked eye, 
  there for fleeting instants, gone without a trace. 
Although their authenticity may well provoke debate 
  it does...

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The poet, he sat, with a pen in his hand, 
And cardboard, by the shop door,
And his eyes only saw the polarised view, 
Of what people chose to ignore,

The sight from his rug, from his holes in his jeans, 
The sight from his broken down...

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The warmth of the sunrise cast upon the emptiest park.
The treeline afar resembling a foreign far eastern palace.
The wind blowing the leaves and swings out of their stillest place....

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