Long Viloria Poems

I remember years ago
My mother told me to clear out my room
in order to sell things away for a yard sale
I gave her old toys, books, clothes,
everything I could bear to part with left

But I...

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I take a deep breath
and push open the door
to the PoetrySoup convention
I look around
at the tables of four

And sigh
because I'm not sure
I have three other friends
on PoetrySoup
or at least not yet

And I see my friends...
my...

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I heard an angel
speak last night
and he said "write"

So I got up
out of bed
and began

to spin a tale
of those carved in stone
the beauty of it all

Looking down
upon the graves
their wings
entwined in ivy

Faithful and sad
flowers decorating
the...

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A woodland path
in the dappled sun,
hushed and quiet

I peer up
at the canopy
of swaying branches

childlike giggles
echoing through
the quiet forest

I run back to my mom
with a smile
and she holds me tight

So I walk in
the comforting embrace
of my...

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Wishes.
Sometimes people wish
for things to benefit
themselves
which is all well and good,
I suppose

But what if you
wanted to wish
for something else
maybe for a friend
or for a friend you haven't
even met yet

But if I had just one wish
I'd...

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Why do
I love myself?

Because I am
full of personality
overflowing to the brim

I love to write
and I love myself
for writing

Stories
Poems
Anything

Full of ideas
and I love
to draw, too

I doodle
all over
everything

I draw people
animals
places

I love to sing
My voice
is everything

Broadway music
Country songs
Cantering...

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I mutter a curse
under my breath
and I spread my
sticky paper-mache fingers

And I irritatedly look 
over at Austin
sitting next to me
who purposely poured glue
on my hands

and is now laughing
hysterically

and I return the favor
although the teacher
caught me
this...

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Fragments and crumbs of life,
all the little pieces
crushed in the bottom
of my memories

Why is it
that whenever I try
to remember

all of the important
little bits and pieces
flutter away from me
and I forget...

The fragments
all seem to
fly off into...

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I have dipped my pen in the sublime,
it is my gift to you...
And as I write this tale
I hope your dreams come true

But the children today are confused
and you, my friend, may ignore
But then I...

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Crawl out of bed
in the early morning
squint towards the window

Brilliant colors
shower down
orange
pink
red

Piercing to dark sky
changing it
to the dawn
of a new day.

As mom is driving home
later that evening
I look out of the car window
and see the...

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If I was an animal
What would I be?

My defining traits
are sarcasm
musicality
bright colors

The only animal
that comes to mind
is a bird

a parrot
for it's talkativeness

a canary
for it's beautiful voice

a peacock
for it's extravagant feathering

but no animal know
is as fidgety
moody
strangely...

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