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A Paperweight

There was a time upon my youth,
When I was out to show of great,
But years have passed and now in truth,
I seem to be a paperweight.

My job of pride and worthy self,
I stood for what oneself could be,
Which put me high upon the shelf,
Reflecting light for all to see.

As time would go, I gathered dust,
And

Categories: paperweight, age, appreciation, character, endurance,
Form: Rhyme

Paperweight

I am a paper
 you are weight
 without you
 I’d fly away
 and with you
 I am crumpled
 crushed under
 and faded with age

Categories: paperweight, conflict, psychological,
Form: Free verse

Paperweight

Do you know what it feels like to be a paperweight
like you're sitting on someone's chest
They can't move nor do you want to
pinning their arms above their head
screaming in their face to look at you in the eyes
dead in the eyes as they keep turning away
and when they finally do
you can't find your reflection, you're

Categories: paperweight, how i feel,
Form: Free verse

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Paperweight

I made a paper airplane
    From the paper heart
              You made me.
    But it took off
And flew away on it's own--

Categories: paperweight, cute love, first love,
Form: Free verse

Paperweight

====================
this black paperweight

holds everything I might need

except a full charge
====================

Categories: paperweight, fun, irony,
Form: Senryu

Expensive Paperweight

I see you straight tripping
When you see my cell phone still flipping
Yeah, you think you're the shizzle
Drop it in water it still gonna fizzle
How's this for a paycheck paper weight 
Its still gotta a two hour battery life you hate
Can ya playlist still find that song, I shuffled
All I hear is your nursery rhyme muffled
Yeah,

Categories: paperweight, slam, technology,
Form: Rhyme

Paperweight

Nothing’s lost till you stop			searching;
it’s still on 				Earth man
with no reason it couldn’t be yours again.
And if every little moment serves a 		purpose
forgetting would be a dis-			service
no matter how painful it is.
When you long for the innocence of a

Categories: paperweight, song-lyric
Form: Rhyme

Glass Paperweight

The orb fascinated me as a toddler 
Holding it, I'd turn it over and over 
The mystique of it did not fade or waver 
Each time in my hands it was rediscovered 

Orange trumpet blooms hand blown with skill 
Clear crystal bubbles placed within their throats 
The three of them spring from a green glass

Categories: paperweight,
Form: I do not know?