Short Thick Headed Poems

Thick headed? Who? Me?
Well, maybe, check my ears,
and you will see,
Grade A concrete,
Thick and fast,
Not too sure,
How long my neck will last....

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If your love were a flame
I'd allow it to blaze through me
and singe the edges of my heart
with it's sweltering fierceness

but your admiration
is a thick-headed icicle
shaped to weather any firestorm
ignited by adoring hands

how gelid it is
to be loved by a man
frozen with incompetence,
too cool to burn...

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Sunweed



Sunflower sprouted happiness yet only just a weed,
   a gardens hated nemisis this beloved bad seed.
Mimicking society using others resources to feed,
   erected thick headed sunlight thief of greed...

Metaphorically speaking, this I do believe,
   a sunflowered populace thrives to deceive.
Just as a flower unable to uproot and leave,
   starving in the shadow behind this weed it grieves......

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I fall every time when I mess up.
I feel weak against the world. 
I break down when I can't find the answer.
I lose myself.
I get blinded and run into the wall.
I sin just like everyone else.
I cry when it hurts.
I get thick headed and stubborn.
I run when I can’t be brave.
I push myself to hard.
I fear many things.
I am not perfect.
I get angry when someone pushes me.
I trip over and hit the ground.
I have God in my life and without him. 
I become nothing....

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The world revolves around me.
They listen when I'm silent
and they're quiet when I shout.
From a seed to a sprout.

I hate the crowd, the noises.
A bunch of thick-headed nuisances.
I'm better, but they don't believe.
The sprout forms the leaves.

I love to please the people.
Their praises feed my ego
but I don't sleep well at night.
A flower blooms bright.

The world and I co-exist,
we'll fight then make it up.
Mindfulness is an attribute.
The flower bears fruit....

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