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It was supposed to be
Frosting.
I added
And I mixed.
I heated
And boiled.
I was
Even precise.
But in the end,
It was only
Crunchy Chocolate
Frosting Candy.
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Love is lost within the world
Anger flares in light of misconceptions
Sadness comes and sees its flag unfurled
Feeding itself on varying perceptions
This poem was written for my by another poet. I thought to finally share it. Check out Syd Floyd for more of his poems. Afraid it has no name.
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The doorbell rings with a
ding, dong.
The is opened with a
swish.
I step into the house
and walk the wooden stairs
with the
click, clack
of my heels.
When I reach the top
I hear a
clang, smash, click
and a bang.
Maybe I shouldn't
have come to dinner.
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Time is a butterfly,
One that flies away
Before we can
Ever reach it.
Try as we might
It always proceeds,
Moving itself forward.
No matter how much
We wish it to stop.
It matters not,
What happens
In our lives
Or our world.
It will always
Keep passing,
Without worry or care
For anyone
Or anything
For these things
Are simple fads,
That go out
As quickly as they come.
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What is Love?
According to everyone Love is inexplicable.
But the questions remain:
What does it mean to be in Love?
Does it mean you would die for them?
Does it mean that you miss them when they’re gone?
Does it mean that the real thing is better than your imagination?
Or does it simply mean that you can never stop thinking about them?
What does it mean to fall out of Love?
Does it mean that what you do with them
Is just something and nothing all at the same time?
Nothing of value, just as if you are going through the motions,
Not quite all there inside, yet you wonder
Why do I want them so much?
Does it mean that you are no longer happy with them,
But want them near you all at the same time?
Does it mean that you don’t want to be around them,
Yet at the same time you do?
Does it mean that you sometimes wonder
If dating someone else for a little bit
Might make more sense?
That maybe that if you spend time away
Then in the end you will know what you really want.
Knowing all the time that it was the first break
That made you realize you Loved them in the first place.
Can you still be in Love and think these things?
Because in the end, the question isn’t
How do I know I am in Love?
But rather,
How do I know if I have fallen out of Love?
You can always figure out whether or not
You have fallen in Love with someone
There are so many people who can tell you
What it means to be in Love.
But there are very few that can tell you
What it means to fall out of Love.
The hardest part is figuring the latter out,
Not the former.
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They show us what others see,
but do they truly reflect
what we be?
Do they show our sadness
or our pain?
Or do they simply
veil it from the world?
For all they really show
are simply lies
of what we hide.
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It appears
In so many ways
Never quite the same
It’s never happy
The way it is
Or in it’s current setting
No matter
Where you are,
Or who you are,
For that matter.
You are bound
To face it
For we
all know
The
pain
Of
Boredom.
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I could never
Write the
Prose or the rhymes
Or any real style
Of the thing
In which we call
Poetry
So, like many before me
I made it my own
And even like a story,
Time to time
For it is my own
And it is still
Poetry
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