Tag: personal
group name: poetrybyus
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June 24, 2008 10:04 PM EDT --
Heroin is not chic.
It is not pretty... I miss you Sarah.
Rose crowned thorns
How to wear this crown?
Sadness descends,
Love's bitter traitor.
Goodbyes are the tears, . . . more
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April 14, 2008 02:52 AM EDT --
I stand accused, redolent but refusing
The actions beyond my comprehension
Reprehensible concoction of mass idealization
Now your greatest ire is the result of your creation
Character emotions . . . more
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May 25, 2008 06:14 PM EDT --
My mind spins in time
Haunted by past explosions
That tear me apart
Wade A.
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March 07, 2008 08:02 AM EST --
Incantation to the new revelation, I am the word
Behold my new destination to lead the common herd
As plain as the fog rolling in from distant hills
Enshrouding my mind and screaming in a sirens . . . more
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March 12, 2008 08:11 AM EDT --
The poet bleeds his life onto the paper
Exasperated by his racing thoughts,
The expressed words are his savior,
From the demons he has always fought
Reclusive by choice his passage is alone . . . more
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April 03, 2008 01:43 AM EDT --
A fellow down our street
Took off his real face
Told us who we really are
He killed his whole family
Then drove off so merrily
In his beat-up no good car
Well it hasn't been too long . . . more
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April 10, 2008 07:37 AM EDT --
Breaking the old to obtain the new,
Boxed in and helpless, deranged by the lie
A cacophony head determined for a better view,
Led me to this place of deprecation and fire
Shattered dreams and . . . more
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November 16, 2006 08:15 AM EST --
Gift
Crush the essential . . . more
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March 11, 2008 08:44 AM EDT --
Fatigue, my friend!
Fatigue is a friend I owe my life.
Closed mind sometimes likes to take a stride
With its hand held in hand, amid trees.
Fatigue is used to sit on . . . more
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February 19, 2008 07:21 AM EST --
Tonight I learned something about myself.
I love me and no one else.
Stay outside the lines but listen closely,
Ponder these words I say politely, succinctly,
There is nothing new about today, . . . more
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June 10, 2008 11:16 AM EDT --
I've seen the place where all the good men die,
Now I'm all alone except for the boy inside.
The clouds are growing darker and I can't retreat.
Running against the wind futilely accepting . . . more
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March 06, 2008 08:48 AM EST --
Father, a salesman
(the inspiration of this poem came from
"Karl C Klein's Unnatural Girl"whose stories published at http://www.karlcklein.gather.com/ and www.writerscafe.org/writers/karlklein/ . . . more
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November 18, 2006 03:35 PM EST --
Wind beneath my sins
Bearing the weight of hunger
I will one day fly
-KDM
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May 05, 2008 02:49 PM EDT --
The life lights were always too dim,
And I never wanted to swim,
In the darkness that floats up from within.
Waters cold clenching hands drag me down,
Dank bottom burrow laughing at me,
Beckons . . . more
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March 04, 2008 04:18 AM EST --
Dear old comedian
They sit with the pulsing anticipation
Every time the dilapidated
Comedian takes the stage wearing a wry smile.
Rustles of the mice beneath the stage, . . . more
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February 29, 2008 08:17 AM EST --
Like the chills born of a blackboard scream
I've seen the faces and places of a life that wasn't meant to be
It all comes streaming back to me in a technicolor blur
The sun squinted its . . . more
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April 02, 2008 06:27 AM EDT --
Touch down earth and float up again,
Hoping this dance will never end
Currency flows through my veins
Numb to the world I refute my hopeless soul,
Wracked with pain and mired in agony
We come . . . more
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March 03, 2008 04:25 AM EST --
In the mindless black I ponder
The continuous hours of restriction
Endless days and futile ways,
In which to defend my convictions
Tired of fighting about who rules the world
If god is king . . . more
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July 21, 2008 10:12 AM EDT --
I originally submitted this in November 2007 and only had one reader (Thank you Heather). Since I've been on here for a while now, I thought maybe it would get a little more recognition than . . . more
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May 15, 2008 10:50 PM EDT --
I died tonight, no mourners were there and I don't care
We gather together as a species unknown to each other
One hoping it won't turn out like the other
Sinful bastard you will always . . . more
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