Long Red rimmed Poems

What happens in the past, stays in the mind. 

Sitting on the floor,  pen in hand, a wealth of books surround me, comfortable in my familiarity. 
Studying was my sole mission; achieving only excellence my...

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The Lobsterman

She sits alone, hands gripping her coffee cup
Staring out the window at the mist that shrouds the village,
Watching lazy rivulets of moisture meander down the glass
Where is he she wonders, her imagination fearing the...

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Of Calydorn he speaks each night while drinking bitter ale. 
Of battles won and battles lost out on the planes of Veil. 
His own armorment of sword and shield, leather and chainmail. 
The mighty stead...

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My guitar strings in the moonlight should be something beautiful,

but the cold liquid white just makes everything harsher.

–not soft like snow, but deceptively fine –

Light is discordant 

like my clumsy fingers that keep 

mutilating the...

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“Step into my office, young novice
Clear off the tears from your face
Because they’re pointlessly burrowing into orifices
Tuning wounds that will bloom into a fixed gear race
Shift from fifth gear to disgrace
And if you don’t have...

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The Tear Collector


Tears they fall, sometimes bless-ed
In their burning
Watered reminders of a hearts capacity
To connect emotions
Soft welling they sting
And find their language of wet lashes
Run their courses
As ancient rivers carve their way
Through stone barriers 

Tears...

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I will always remember Alene
for she had the wandering eyes of 
blindness. 
As a child, I would stare at her eyes 
fascinated, and not a little scared. 
Alene was a kind, matter of fact lady.
She...

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“That’s a bad mistake,” She tells me. But I don’t care, and I crawl inside anyways.
She glowers at my fortitude, for she has never had such will power.
As I hid away; inside my little home,...

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No, she mustn't cry out loud,
Every pain she must but hold;
No tear must make its way from the sides,
Of her pained, grieving, red rimmed eyes.

Into the casket she can't help but stare,
At the boyish, chubby...

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What is me...misery...imbedded deep within
Buried at the bottom of a heart drenched in sin
Washed in doubt, turned inside out, nowhere to begin
Left alone, my unhappy home with silence as my friend

Unable to grasp how to...

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(I found this poem that I wrote in my first year of high school, it brings back memories so 
thought I'd post it) 

He wears what was once a fine suit. Brown, travel-worn trousers, a...

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On a damp Sunday, where the grass and earth 
Call my name, out from the tangle of covers 
On the humid wind, the forest beckons 
With her arms of fallen leaves, twigs
Ferns uncurl 

My heart...

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The grandfather clock solemnly struck two.
In the pitchy night, shadows seem to flit about.
I close my red rimmed eyes tight
Yet I can see all around me for sleep eludes me.

I lie on my bed like...

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We walk the rocky shore and you lean heavily on me,
Mother, bruising my balky arm -- muttering "Ay, Hijo!".
A few steps and, breathless, we are both exhausted.

Your once-brown eyes, gone gray, are like 
concentric rings...

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Rigs are quiet now,
slumbering spires of steel
so cold - yet bread for many men.
Children may cry for the world's want of energy.

Towers of glass are empty now,
monuments to a better time,
of exploration, excitement, and excess,
when...

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Memories of us flicker like a candle wick's flame
Yesterdays, I recall, but today nothing is the same  

Sleep's become illusive. Each night I am unsettled
Openly, I cry as if my red rimmed eyes are...

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Those big blue eyes
Red rimmed and tear-filled
Hugging me tight, choking 
Back sobs, pleading “I’m sorry”
Oh little one you have nothing
To apologize for, it’s not
Your fault, you did not choose
The life you live
How often do you...

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Thrice I attempted to express my feelings,
Thrice I failed miserably.
A fog covered every part of my soul.
A storm darkened my brain,
But no lightning lit my thoughts.
All that was sweet, is dead.
And I am dying too,
Slowly...

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Wineglasses stained 
red
    red-rimmed eyes
needing sleep
After the party is over
         the patrons depart
leaving behind memories
         ...

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The lines in my eyes are red-rimmed in sweat
 Burning is the sensation of this melting intellect
  Focus has abandoned to an easier place to think
   Unmanned in disaster melted skin turning...

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Wineglass stained
red
     red-rimmed eyes
needing sleep
After the party is over
     the patrons depart
leaving behind memories
       Did anyone know why 
they were there?
...

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A  Sunny  Winters  day
Cool sun kisses skin.
Pastel coloured ocean
Shuddering salty sea
Pink apricot morning sky
Seaside meditation tape.
Rolling frothing waves
emerge at fast intervals
Driftwood on the shore
Gold sloping sand dune
Giant swirly starfish studs
Seagulls squawking high
Leopard...

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The frost has etched the green grass white.
Lavender clouds chased a red rimmed moon.
The maples branches writhe with fright
and I'm alone in a cold, cold room.
A light snow lifts the nascent gloom.

Moon caste blue shadows...

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