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April Phillips Poem
Stopped up
I hit a wall
I think I know you
Your just another trap
You make me mad
Stop shutting me out
I see you again
Your so much friendlier than your flat friend
Lean on me
I will hold you up
A rattta tat tat
You call me a cab
Its hard to leave you
I will be back
Copyright © April Phillips | Year Posted 2016
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April Phillips Poem
She's Everything
She is everything she ever wanted to be
Striving the qualities she held the entire time
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Not Still though
Not Stagnant
Moving rapidly
Effortlessly, with perpetual motion opposing sight
Never to be perceived
Through the eyes beauty bleeds
Ceasless motion away from the source
Never leaving a shadow; Never fully absorbed
Cast out every second through the pathway of sight
The sun weeps in weary
Brought to invisible knees
His secret is clear
His light includes green absorbs and disappears
Unfair is very real, common
Unknowingly pouring what she is striving to have
So much given to never get back
Until perception
Realization
Beauty is in the smile of the one that knows her
Copyright © April Phillips | Year Posted 2016
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April Phillips Poem
Too dim this candle burns.
Nil time left to break my thought.
Whilst my vicious pen yearns.
This hour yells surly senses are shot.
All my words out on paper or screen.
Dreading mornings horrid beep.
Written words at least may be seen.
I feel better now and maybe will sleep.
Morning is here and the poet yearns.
Rest was the price and it was not cheap.
2:43am January 10th, 2017
Copyright © April Phillips | Year Posted 2017
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