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Making Notes

With a pen
 and paper,

I write,
 I scribble.
I read,
 and I repeat.

Again,
 again,
 and again.

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A Seed Of Hope

In the swirling breeze the leaves rustled,
Dawn nears and voices of crickets falter;
Her fingers glided on the water,
Down beneath the even surface rippled

Blue disappears where white clouds,
Birds fly as the cage frees;
In her mind own self she doubts,
With no one beside her who believes.

Rivers flow and creatures stoop,
Among the flickering stars shadows thrive;
How she longed for her strength to recoup,
For the burning desire to feel alive.

Flowers bloomed and colors flew,
Before night came and darkness spilled;
If anyone ever listens she never knew,
Her fervent wishes perhaps left desolated.

By the window curtains draped,
A nest perks where branches creep,
It scurries away had purpose arrived,
Emptiness ticked by as seconds keep.

Clear lakes freeze in the cold season,
In the crystalline forms beautiful cracks,
The sad melody in her head comes undone,
A gentle hand she felt touched her heart.

Heavy rain darkens the tree barks
As it lessens out comes a rainbow,
Inside her torn soul its faith that sparks,
A seed of hope her angels sow.



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Birthday Cake

In front of your door
I paced,
Stooped down and retied
My shoelace,
13- the number
That was glazed,
Rung your doorbell since your keys
Had been replaced.

Once the door opens
In a haste,
And you'll stare at it
In amaze,
With a motive of
A nutcase,
I'll smash a birthday cake
Right in your face.

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A Perfect Surprise

Sweet choir of nature,
from the garden emanates,
the song of the dead.

Something underneath,
the wilted petals of red,
— a perfect surprise.

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Seven Days

In those seven days
Pages of dread one should never taste
Mending aged margins of so many ways
My pangs forged upon jargons I must confess
Piece by piece my resolve falters
My stomach, my mind, scream in protest
What consequence it brings I do not bother.

In those seven days
I become madder, madder and madder
Devouring bowls of greed and hunger
My fingerprints smeared onto empty cans
A crime scene of euphoria between lines
Crooked of guilt without a silver lining
What decadence it brings becomes the greater.

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A Red Suit

Measured.

Cut.

Sown.

Worn.

Crumpled.

Forgotten.

Yet once loved.

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Honesty

You are not my favorite work of art but rather my favorite work of fart.

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WHOOP DEE DOO

Whoop dee do How do you do? I'm fine too Just writing some Poems to woo.

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The Voyage

Pirates filled with desires,
And thieves filled with wants,
Sailed and swayed they crossed 
  the white lapping waves,
Sunken ships unfolded
  yet spirits unwaned.

In the depths of the sea 
  their anchor laid,
On the deck smoke wafts
  and great cannons ignite,
Nowhere but the unknown
  lies their fate.


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Last Breath

I will shoot down the stars,

Watch their blood spill across plains,

Choking and gasping for their last breath,

Before their glow fades away,

Into the darkness of my mistakes.


There will be no more lights,

Guiding the lost back home;

There will be no more wishes,

Wished upon the unlit sky.

For what once represented hope,

So sacred for the desperate,

So wistful for the naive,

Is gone forever, never to return.

People will now hold on to pictures,

Captured of their night glory,

Sinking into fearful reminiscence,

Knowing that when night comes,

They only have the Moon 

To cherish.


But I will shoot it down too,

Watch its blood spill across plains,

Choking and gasping for its last breathe.

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