Best Subconsciously Poems

Behind a chair 
        Below a desk
 with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama...

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Assaulting me!  The darkness comes to be
    in devil’s guise. Phantom haunts my mind;
  in sleep paralysis I cannot flee...

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In my grandpa’s field I stand midst rows of grain
 whose gray-green blades stir softly in the moaning wind.
A night chill permeates my skin.
I look...

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She once met a man called Noel,
He was a musician of rock and roll,
They sang and played music into the night,
When she is with him...

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Man's made sky.
The sky's known beginning and unknown ending.
I look to the sky because I'm interested about the unknown.
I should look to the sky for...

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I
"Gotta job as a nanny!"
"Maybe they'll hire me as a butler"
"Butler and nanny always live
in close quarters"
She winks
He raises and eyebrow suggestively

II
"I love flirting with...

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(I can't get a question mark to stay on title line, but the actual title I would prefer for this story is probably this: No...

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I sing praise to the home-maker,
forgotten hero of the world,
whose actions raise up good children,
whether they be a boy or girl.

Whose presence is there to...

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Please come to me in morning light,
      and show to me your sunshine smile.
   Remove from me the...

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(This is a Blog)
          How about a little humor, for we as human beings need it....

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Thoughts melt and distil under a green/blue flame,
Swirling down, separated out and mixed.
If you’ve seen it, it’s broken;
If you’ve heard it, it’s shredded;
If you’ve read...

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It saddens me to gaze upon the stars
I see them blinking, fighting back their tears
Reminding me our distance is so far
Their numbers are the days...

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Underneath it all…
No, not clothe-less—not naked…
Skinless…we’re traveling DEEP within…
Imagine your skull cut…split right in the middle,
Opening up to reveal your AMAZING brain,
As the rest of...

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for me ...

I stretch a coursing arm ...
      my fleshy tendril of electric
       ...

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My heart whispers secrets to my soul at night,
lost truths overshadowed by the light of day.
Through dreams, fledgling feelings experience flight,
fleeing reality as it drifts...

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