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She left me

She left me
one fine spring day.
I didn't see it coming,
or rather her going away.

Winter came because
she left me.
My heart chapped from
the coldness of her exit.

I couldn't find her
to beg her back since
she left me
I remain a total wreck.

Time has passed but
I still cry in my bed that
has become a tomb in which
she left me.

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Footprints

The Moon lights the path in the sand 
where you walked. Water fills those footprints 
like sand filled cups. I could drink from those 
sole shaped sandy prints knowing you once 
stood and created those indents.

I watch the waves dance against your legs
as your smile stretches as wide is the beach
I try to pull you to me like a life raft
but your beauty is too out of reach.

The water is crisp and cool to touch
as it caresses every grain of sand.
Your skirt swirls as you dance among 
the waves, it's clear that it's you the 
land craves.

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Come Back To Me

Can I want to be 
Oh so much like you
Maybe instead of who I am
Easily able to walk away
Beyond even giving a damn
Always ready to open or
Close any old door I choose
Kicking to the curb
Those I deem mere refuse
Of course then you wouldn't
Matter as much as now you do
Existing without you surely I'd be blue.  

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Growing Up Gay

I know its a lot to ask and you know I love this community but I've joined a challenge over on Vocal media's Pride community so if you have the time I'd like to ask you to go and read it maybe vote for it. I've included the link . Thank you for your consideration.

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Memoirs of a Serial Killer

There's always a whisper of madness, 
playing in my brain as I struggle to get 
loose from it's refrain and the constant 
pounding me to comply makes me feel 
quite insane.

Disaster brewing behind blue eyes
bits of chaos that won't be denied. 
They tell me the choice is completely
mine but they don't see or feel how
I'm bound up inside.

Touch the people and watch them fall
knowing the horror to come,  the pull
to cause pain,  is the worse of all. I'm
the bad man says the song,  but they
don't really know bad, no, not all.

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Tall oak story

I was once a tall oak tree
as tall as the eye could see.
I lived in a lush green forest
full of animals, trees and plsnts
we had every species from
an elephant to a badger to an ant

One day men came into my home
I hoped they would leave us alone
but they had an arsenal of chain saws 
and, axes and it was then their intenit 
became clear,  they meant to cut us 
down which filled me with utter fear.

Then they stack us up log by log,
one by one until the deed was done .
Next they took us to a processing area 
where they fashioned us into planks, 
boards, tables, stools and chairs.

And although I'd rather have stayed a tree
instead of furniture and other means 
of utensils, it could have been worse
at least I can tell my story because 
they made me a pencil.

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A Poem About Water

You told me you love poems about water. I couldn't help but grin. 
I guess I have a dirty mind but my writing making you wet
would be so sublime.

But I quickly realized and changed my expressions, putting my mind back on writing a poem that would satiate your obsession.

The waves washing up, lapping at the sand seemed a good place to start, of course, the ocean is always in command. It's strong, that body of water, fierce as it pounds the shore, I knew you'd like that part because a really good pounding is hard to ignore.

The wetness of the ocean is a cool spray that engulfs every grain of sand at least that's what they say.

Think about it, every individual grain of sand being caressed by the sea, I don't know about you but I kind of wish that sand was me.

Is it getting hot in here? I find it a little hard to write because I keep thinking about you dancing in the waves and bathing naked in the moonlight.

But let's talk about the sand. It's just so pliant and supple, where the ocean is huge with mighty waves that dominate and rumble.

The sand spends all it's time laying in the heat of the sun, waiting for the water to finally come. Each grain is hot and needs to be revived, it thirsts for the water so it can feel, once again, alive.

The entire beach lays open to the water, submissive to the waves commands, resistance is futile, says the ocean. (so I mean why bother?) thus the water dominates the land.

So I hope you likes this poem. I wish I could bring the water to you, but you already have someone doing that so I guess if you're happy, I'm happy, really, that's true. ;)


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Louisiana Poetry

She said,
"Darkness bores my soul"
Give me 
the bright 
the light
the white
But 
I don't think that's right. 
I've written poetry that was beautiful.  
in a hurricane by flashlight...

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Sinking

I miss you. 
I'm dying 
the slow death 
drowning in a sea 
of people I don't know 
never wanted to know 
because there's only 
ever been you
who sings to my soul
calling me back 
yet never quite 
wanting me.
I struggled 
through the crowd 
to find you 
knowing 
full well 
you don't 
want to be found
at least 
not by me.  
I feel my 
determination 
waning away
my mind 
pulled under 
by unknown voices 
my body sucked 
into an
unfamiliar crowd
I close my 
eyes  imagining 
your hand
as a Lifeboat 
pulling me to you
but you're not here
not really 
and I sink slowly 
into a loud yet 
voiceless crowd.

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The needle trick

Put a nickel on the needle
Hold me down so I won't skip
Spin the red top round and round
Catch me before I hit the ground
You sunk my battleship 
You knocked my block off
You catch me quite off guard
Should you ever breathe my way
You'll wreck my house of cards.

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