Misc. Poems
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Orange bleeds to dreary inky dusk . . .
I haul leaded legs over a hill... -
Falling through the earth to the darkness below
As if it were a clear night with no lights... -
Every single time the pen
scratches its tip against the paper... -
Who am I you may ask
I am an angel... -
cursive is the best way to describe my pen
because only the quaint wish to read... -
If I could find all of the smiles from all our...
then I would put them into piles, soak them in... -
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The last few weeks haven’t been light
Feeling down, unable to write... -
There is a place, where the sea greets the land
where white bubbled water, washes golden sand... -
A lamp on a room,
with a switch, turns the lights on... -
To be just me, that's all I yearn to be.
But who is this me, whom I want to be... -
Come run with me across this wild and stormy land...
and leave behind all memory of cages and of... -
Stop talking to me
from behind your...