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Best Poems Written by Sean Winslow

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Him Again

Hes there.
There when I walk her..
Home.

Hes there.
There when you answer your..
Phone.

Hes there.
There when we think we are..
Alone.

Hes..
Hes a Stalker..
Drone!
An eighth grade..
Clone!
Talks about you in a loving..
Tone!

Hes there.
There with hair from your..
Comb.

Hes there.
There laying in the grass..
Prone.

Hes there.
There when we think we are..
Alone.

Hes..
Hes a Stalker..
Drone!
An eighth grade..
Clone!
Talks about you in a loving..
Tone!

I should've..
Thrown.
Thrown a..
Stone.
Thrown until it was just..
Moan.
Thrown until it was just..
Groan.
Knocked him out like Sylvester..
Stallone.

But now.
Now your indefinitely..
Postponed.
Dethroned.
Gone.

And still he is..
Hes a Stalker..
Drone!
An eighth grade..
Clone!
Talks about you in a loving..
Tone!

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Corruption In Elysium

Stand before you take a bow,
think about us then and now.
Grant the sun another set
to polish this serrated day.
Show me what you can deduce
for splintered love we thrust obtuse.
If merged as one we do attempt
to leave this path we've led astray.

Do redeem the wayward doe,
with staunch eyes on grievous crow,
haunting skylines absent truth;
The once divine, nevermore.
To perceive pure innocence
is to pursue true penitence;
birthing promiscuous saints
from every celibate whore.

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Caged

Without the Love
        Existence is a birdcage
        Desolate and cold
        Finding comfort only in itself.
Without the dove
        The cage is a mere antique
        Lonely and useless
        A burden to the space provided.
And yet, with Love
        We are only the culprits
        Thieving and murderous
        Suffocating the doves life with fear.

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Breakfast

A simple sight a single ladybug   
                                               
Waftin' out about my coffee mug   
                                               
On her way today to see             
                                               
That lovely little bumblebee         
                                               
Who hides amongst the trunk towers
                                               
A field revealed with new flowers   
                                               
The daze of praise vacates a shrug
                                               
A simple sight a single ladybug.

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Headlines

i unraveled
the newspaper
the suns travels
the days labor.

another rise
another fall
worth the price
after all?

more blood
spilled
kill or be
killed
to fill up our cars
your home must be drilled.

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Engulfed

My tears aren't enough
to stop the flames.

The Smoke settles in
to dim the blame.

Its already taken my heart.

Stop this inferno 'fore
it turns me hollow.

Leave me charred
to drown in sorrow.

Clear the ash
so I can breathe tomorrow.

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Refuge

Running through the open fields..
Cutting by the barn.

Running through a shallow brook..
You're fleeing from harm.

Running to a friendly face..
You're safe now in my arms.

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Reminiscent Cherry Blossoms

Won't you be a chapter in my history textbook?
Be the co-author, never bothering me
to share the stars and most the sea
with thee woman who's sposed to be
a better motion reasoning
through empty aisles beckoning
me closer still, epiphany,
the rush of crushing symphony
the truth has posed as potpourri
amongst the bulbs on every tree
with poisoned poignant cherry seeds
choking hope entwined with me
a vintage vine of broken glass
a splintered mast before we cast away
from here with sailors sloshed to sway;

leaves rewind as they jump back to be
a sign of prosper for the tree
which meets the air inside of me
beaming rings of symphony
that rise towards skies now lounging loose
as if on antlers on the moose
up above the pale true noose
they are your halo if you choose
to chronicle the strife of life
or be the sheath which hides the knife.

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Forgotten Dream

Nights will come
and days will end
but you said you'd still
be my friend.

When did words
become empty
filled without
sincerity.

Remember when you ran
through open fields,
cutting by the barn
as a shortcut.

Over the brook
you didn't yield,
and fled from harm
with lady luck.

Cold and spent,
no will to race,
you finally fell
to a friendly face.

Steadfast love
you sought in me,
safe in my arms,
now a forgotten dream.

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My Black Art

I am the One
I bring the fire
Vaporize your body
evident of perspire

I bring the heat
burning more then cayenne
Too dangerous to hold
Keep away from children

I am the lighter
Friction sends a spark
Blow out the flame
Live alone in the dark

I bring you warmth
thaw your numb heart
such sensless perfection
this is my black art

I'll draw you in
Much like a flare
Leave you blinded with joy
A feeling quite rare.