Introspection Girl Poems

There’s a person living in my skull
But she once loved life out here 
She would run around for hours
Kicking dust and chasing fear 
There’s a...

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She was Chinese and only eight years of age.
On the noisy school playground,I found her.
Just beaten by fists of anger, fury and rage.
By a fifth-grade,...

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she had a burning desire; an egocentric thrill.
a need to disrupt the constancy of her life,
to dramatically dissociate from conformity,
and become the sole dweller of...

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"gloves of nature's bliss  lace leaves dance
 as butterflies  parchment papers preen " Haiku quote
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Do you know how many times I have been shown the exit route?
Countless times but I ignore the clue. 
Do you know how many battles...

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With speedy, gutsy ease
          her Irish father rolls up the front room rug
   ...

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Back there...
As far back
Into that corner
As she can go

Into the dark
And dust and webs
She never cared
If they were there
And never really
Noticed them
Because she knew
How they...

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Manic pixie dream girl
by americus


It is me, your MPDG
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Sting like heroin in your veins
Have you ever seen such...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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My kind of girl
Understands who she is
Stands for what she believes in
She cannot be broken
No one can belittle her
When trials come her way
She remains unfazed

My...

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She was always so insecure, as far back as I can remember she never realized her true worth, she let people use her, and never...

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Who says I didn't learn in school
For me it was a lesson cascade
In science class, I learned to draw,
And that it, didn't help my grade

I...

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Entertainment committee of one.
A small town girl.
This is what we do.
It is our mantra, our calling, our truth.
Not speaking to everyone is unnatural.
It is a...

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Aye admit, an author's adept
and adroit mastery
to link words together subtly crept
(expressing contents
in a matter of fact

understandable fashion, except
for dissertations and/or kept
jargon for exclusive specialty)
posits,...

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The little girl inside wants to play 
Every day. I listen. 
There are many suggestions. 
Anything boring is out. 

Anything not fun is discarded. 
Life...

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