Misc. Poems
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is it the madness of the
artist who is fueled by... -
long rain cascades
morphs into a lyrical chant... -
Cool breeze wheel and dive
making it through dawn again... -
The voices started nibbling
on her healed wounds... -
I shall die when I clench or grit
in all these geometrical shapes... -
If tomorrow does not come to me,
You know, I would not care... -
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A god for every action
A god for every deed... -
Songs throwing me into memories
The night I danced & spun giddily upon the beach... -
Seeing the world through the eyes of a child
their innocent minds have showered me... -
It creaks from age
Old wood worn thin... -
You were digging deep
for flaws in me yet you... -
and the worst part of waiting
isn't knowing whether or not...
