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Apryl Oberjat Poem
Every time the pungent scent of sea salt
Is suspended in the clammy, nighttime air
She thinks of the sweltering summer nights
Spent with you on the golden, sandy beaches
Every time she hears the gentle, frothy waves
Crashing against the radiant shore of sea glass
She thinks of the lively afternoon picnics
Shared with you on the vivacious boardwalk
Every time she sees the seagulls fly in flocks
Through the indefinite September skies
She thinks back to the blissful times spent
Encased in your arms, underneath the stars
Every time she feels the sand of the beaches
Emanating heat from below her bare feet
She thinks of how she'll never experience
Such a wonderful seaside intimacy again
Copyright © Apryl Oberjat | Year Posted 2005
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Apryl Oberjat Poem
I often escape from reality
All of the human intent and brutality
I get away from life, so confusing and twisted
My vision become blurred and misted
I reside alone in my head
No one can reach me where my dreams are bred
My own world of peace that the real world may never attain
All of this knowledge and wisdom that I've gained
All useless in a world of pain and despair
And people that move around without a care
If people were true to themselves and their word
Then my misted world could be transferred
From the depths of my mind and soul
Into this world; this big, black hole
Copyright © Apryl Oberjat | Year Posted 2005
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Apryl Oberjat Poem
People hide behind masks of normality
For reasons unknown to people living in reality
They tuck themselves away in surreal places
Nobody knows they’re gone just by looking at their faces
These peoples’ actions speak louder than their words
For words are just letters strung together on cords
But actions, they are a reflection of one’s personality
For they show flaws in a masked persons’ morality
These masked people cannot be distinguished
So that their masks cannot be extinguished
Living in a world of defenses and lies
Is their sense of a suitable disguise
Living truthfully and with a sense of pride
Is the only way to make the pain of reality subside
Copyright © Apryl Oberjat | Year Posted 2005
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