Wearing Away Poems - Poems about Wearing Away

... stepping I skid to my lips I sip on my boat I skip from my arms I drip I dive through I zip my hands grasp I slip bucket with leak won't fill my story doesn't hold water tru......

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...I’m so scared of losing myself. I’ve switched between so many faces That I don’t know which one is real. I keep bending to what others need. The only thing I recognize is this feeling— Chasing......

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...For context, I'm almost 22. I got sick at 18. It's not like cancer or M.S., I'm not going to die. But there's no explanation for the reason why I got sick. Nobody knows, not me, not my doctor,......

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...I'll cuddle the dog before going to sleep My mind ready for the scrap heap I'm over tired and overwrought Numb of body and numb of thought The running thread, if there is one Is that I can easil......

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...Always prepare for the unexpected! Just as you want your child to finish school Outline what you want to accomplish too. Understand there will be many obstacles. Rocks can mar the best planned ......

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...As the clear light rises higher Illuminating fog Humidity from Friday's rain. Thicker down in the bog Ole hound dog is baying a prey He yelps for hours today I don't understand ho......

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...the chaffing entropy of self-maintenance combing human features into land-slips predestined by its engineering an electric screwdriver skitters away from its moving parts dishes in the s......

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...The Past Our world is beautiful. It is old, and it is young. The difference between... immortality and humanity. Giants of enormous size, and strength, titans mentioned, in the great Bo......

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...I am slid into the core of the big white tube. It will reveal all my moving parts all the flagging and wheezing organics that reside in the same apartment block, share the same airducts and plumb......

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...The road lies ahead, Clean, spotless- a smooth path. The Sun shines from above, penetrating her glasses, and into her eyes. The yellow daffodils spreads around, like a carpet- undisturbed.... ......

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...The stone. Plain, Dusty, Worn. Full of holes and shortcomings. Like me. A droplet of water. Changing, transforming. Washing away the dirt, grime, muck. Leaving behind a metamorphosiz......

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...People fed you with enough Lies already, and now I think they’ve Enlightened you on my the traits. Although some of them are true, Some just hurt and break me like shards of glass, Entirely bec......

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...How is one to passage through shall misfortune nay take root? Is beyond my knowledge for never once within had I sat foot It is the will of the Goddess Word, to be cursed and to be purified To be ......

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...If you could read my eyes You could understand But one thing, The disease in my heart. These poems I create daily Solely for you And yet my tongue Hesitates to utter them, Have made a big so......

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...How do I fix a twisted pipe It's outer layers have erroded It's been mended time after time Blood flows through it, but It's stagnant at time, I can feel the leaks As it loses a beat It's block......

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