Long Behind the eight ball Poems

For every action there is a equal and opposite reaction like the striking of billiard balls but when worlds collide souls in twist and become bonded in ways people would never think. Being behind the...

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There was a time I knew nothing about rhyme, in a place with drugs and crime and I was crawling through the grime. Like looking through a kaleidoscope cause my only friends were alcohol and...

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His chapstick soft lips 
Distracted me 
From the perverse taste 

Of stale cigarettes 
He inhaled 
Between every other word 

But it didn’t 
Make my sagacious heart 
Uneasy 

He was winsome 
With that throaty laugh 
After...

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Her wind blew the castle down

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Defined By Idioms

Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat...

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Always young at heart and old in soul
never at ease in the linked up, stuck-up clichés
of childhood or the bizarre unfriendly world of adulthood,
I always roared…at five my boyfriend Dave was four.
He was a good...

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The anxiety boils up inside my bowels and 
Presses up under my heart. 
Right before it breaks into the back of
My throat and tears my speech apart. 

Can't get the words to come out but...

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I took that walk thru the forest of redemption 
I followed a trail and saw normal people
However, I wasn't one of them
At that time, I was like that hamster on a wheel
Running in circles with...

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We were doomed from the start.
I have a bad reputation and a big mouth.
I hid behind an eight ball and fake smile
I masked it with pretty things and insight
Ring around the rosie and we all...

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When all the sick
Are put to rest
Train station
And plague ships 
Are empty
Retributions are fought
And paid
Nature
Again
Forced from towns
Highways and byways
Rumble and hum
To the movement of mode
Again
White trails
Crisscross the sky
Will it really
Be the same
People can’t blame
Their Gods
Just...

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Pillows Outside My Sofa'

radiation keeps me from drawing nearer...
that inner pulse to regain the coast
that innocent exposure;
sever the impulse feel large
take a hold of its plain'
let me be the first to explain:
balance for power grand...

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hit a tender nerve
as if you haven't heard
what a disturbing word
time is on our side by in time
we all want to run away & hide
from the notion of love
springs from help from above
tend to push...

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Much of my life I’ve lived behind the eight ball.
More than a few steps behind the rest.
Isolation surrounds my heart like a cloud.
I feel like a prompt for Benaim’s sweet potato,

Every few steps I take...

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