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- Are We Balanced Yet? at allpoetry
WE ARE at odds. - .I.N.F.I.N.a.T.E. at allpoetry
.S.P.I.N. - A Thank You Note From Anonymous at allpoetry
. - SOME Great Society at allpoetry
I am an angry adolescent - You've Got Problems, Dude at allpoetry
Oh, wow. I cannot help but stare at you. - Crystalized Daydreams at allpoetry
I stay up late sometimes, and I pretend. - On Having Crooked Wings at allpoetry
I Ebb - What's Up at allpoetry
And here I thought it's something new... - Another One at allpoetry
A force of sheer monotony will knock me off my shoes. - :X at allpoetry
. - Finding What Is Lost at allpoetry
I pause at railroad crossings,
And then I glide along in SUVs and limos. - Artistic Revelations at allpoetry
One time I drew a picture of myself. - The Tick-Tock at allpoetry
The stream of all my consciousness flows by - Frequent Visitor at allpoetry
There is a stranger knocking at the door. - Quaking at allpoetry
My heart breaks just a little, and yet I do not cry. - Advancement In The Area Of Hope at allpoetry
The state of nature looks a little grim, - Cynic at allpoetry
I'm cynical, and there is nothing wrong. - My name is Old John Smith at allpoetry
I don't know my life's purpose, yet,
but, oh, I will find out, and soon, - Mortal at allpoetry
This is another timeframe- night- of crickets, rain, and dark, - My Rainy Day at allpoetry
no one's going farther than me, / than the wind that's blowing by, / the dreadful rain, the tears, and anger, / than the soaking daylight sun. / I laugh, at the sometimes, / and peel away the layers, / and sc - A Religion at allpoetry
No music would dare grace my sight without / That following it has of music-loves, / The backyard junkies, opera singers, doves, / Expression-- that's what music is about! / "My music is my soul!" so many call, / An - True Story at allpoetry
What is True Life, I wonder, what's my world? / Is everything this "what I see" and "there," / and not a matrix of my dreams-- they're curled / around, around, in perfect spirals, where / time comes second, past imagi - My Eyes Have Hearts Of Their Own at allpoetry
Alone, I stand upon the shore and watch, / As sailors kiss their lovers' cheeks goodbye. / I hide my head inside my heart, a notch / Where I can wipe the moisture from my eye. / It's not that I am crying, just, nearby - Nurture at allpoetry
I don't know what to do, or think, or feel. / I am an open book for all to claim. / And here's a pencil-- write on me, you seal / my last resorts, because you write my name. / I wail, I kick, I scream, but I don't kno - Teardrop at allpoetry
A window pane, a slash of glass across, / Will act as if a lens to focus light- / It's splaying spotlights on my love's sweet site, / And focusing the view of my eyes' cross. / It's staring through a film that's like - One Day's Race at allpoetry
The eyes, they shine with something so immense, / A mountain range to rise beneath the sun-- / There's something in them making my heart run. / I'm doubling over, panting with suspense, / And wondering if all of my pr - Sun-Kissed at allpoetry
The summer sun, my destiny, leans near, / And whispers in my ear, "I love you so!" / He plants a light peck on my cheek--no fear / of repercussions, and I, sun-kissed, know / no better moment that this one, right now. - Get Outta Here at allpoetry
You can't feel rapture sitting at a desk. / It's always, "I'm not satisfied with me." / The humid air, the skies that feel grotesque, / And so your eyes tear up from potpourri, / And summertime continues with the show - Wine and Cheese at allpoetry
Oh, Servitude! I am a Slave to Thee! / So, typically, I start my sad lament, / Upholding gods and goddesses of pee, / And bowing down to powers of dissent, / While all along, my discontent is shit; / I'm no one - Being Handed Ambrosia at allpoetry
I think I had been touched by lightning bold,
An icicle with flames beneath the skin, - Poem (Triolet) at allpoetry
The poet has the Muse's hand,
And thus she writes with artistry. - A Pull In My Sweater at allpoetry
A funny cloth, this fabric made of life.
The weave is quite irregular, with lumps. - A Subtle Force (we women) at allpoetry
'.' - Location, Location, Location at allpoetry
I am immortalized in sun and stones. - I'm So Selfish at allpoetry
Oh, no! Oh, no!
