Long Writter Poems

Sharp breath cuts through my diaphram
I fail to breath, gasping for air...
Emotional blood flows through my veins
I get the desire to scream with pains
My pulse rate suffocates me!

Bitter lumps swells within my chest
Im heaving with...

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I watch the storm clouds gathering,
I hear the siren scream,
Is this really happening,
Or is it just a dream?

Hurry, run for shelter,
But which way will it go?
My heart is beating wildly,
Now the wind begins to blow.

The...

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The upcoming scandels, are just a phone-call away, for truly the president is laid in-waiting
of a drama of improper scrunity soon any day. The faces of democracy lies and all, will soon
show their ugly faces...

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What do you see when you open that book? 
Words scattred across the page like a million ants. 
But that inwhich you view is more than just a clusster of 
words. 

The writter more than...

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Partys for couples new lovers and just friends.
Music to fill the night the streets of New york 
breath life to old flames keeping even jaded souls warm.

The lonley gather round the TV.
sharing a glimpse at...

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Written By:
A. Pseudonym

The Motif was decided to
 precede each new verse
The words were written
to inspire a sound
a big bold beautiful
sound
happy enough to smile
melancholy from the frustration
of lacking inspiration
having been blessed with those
who share the interest...

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Water, 
           Most valuable thing 
                   ...

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Noticing that lump into your breast
isn't pleasant news as the worst fear sets in;
don't block your sharp sense of perception...
realize there's always hope and help.


Woman, you can win this battle if your courage is worth...

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Nobody knows me..
everyone thinks they do..
the only thing ppl know is what i present
to them...
im a writter and theres no dout
about it..ask me no questions..
this is me and this is what i want to be..

the...

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This is not for me

They came

They joined

They opened up

As innocent was they

Until

Eventually

Conceding defeat

Nay

Forced them into doing so

Turned Off

What they came for , brought them here

Made them join up in the first place

And closed them into...

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The challenge for all relationships today is to be passionate friday to Friday.
To have a inner-friendship thats commentable in caring thursday to Thursday.
The secret to the cornerstone of your heart(for each other) is understanding
the expectation...

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Butterfly are fying. 
Because their happy. 
Because you killed their enemy. 
You broke that heart. 
That heart which chase them. 

Khuthadzo tell me, where are you? 
We were at the same earth. 
Now we were...

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