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Over mounts buried 'bove in yellow sun and sheltered 'neath greenwich grass,
Whither the tormentuous beast takes refuge amidst the living ash,
An old man waits for me, shakily watching the waves clashing.
Wayless, I peer past treetops and catch reflected rays from a distant friend.
Vincible seems this ancient plot now beleaguered; vulnerability hath made its acquaintance.
Nostalgia grasps my sleeve and moves the earth 'round, leading me down.
Taking time to sniff the ground, to tread a heavy breeze through the alpine trees,
Listening without looking as I pass the lake's still beat, echoing into nothingness,
Come now to a passage well worn by boots I once owned, 'pears a soiled scene.
Taking this route over the bank, I descry the patient mister 'neath the pale water,
His faded eyes regard mine and I must turn aside in shame, for he mustn't see,
How unfriendly the years have been, as equally cruel to him as they have to me.
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in which I try to forget my dreams
with Sunday-heavy lips, she calls me
selfish and means it. I remember
dreams better than people, strangers
greeting me in the grocery store over
a common past and sorry selection
of red grapes. I remember Katie
being beautiful and happy and
wearing the same abnormal toe shoes
and being a few decades older than time
would allow, I remember Emily
being alive. I remember me
escaping to France to defy logic
and stow away in a pretentious,
overpriced tourist resort where
I’d learn to speak a language
I’d never use and love people
who’d never know me; I remember
impossible things.
she tells me trust is not a virtue.
respon
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I Can Try
I can listen to everything you have to say
And try my best to make you feel better
Make the difficult times easier for you
I can hold you close and make everything else disappear
Let you take out your anger and frustration
Promise not to go anywhere
I can tell you I won't leave you when things start to fall apart
But that doesn't mean you would do the same
When things start to get hard
I can love you with all of my heart
Miss you so much it hurts to breathe
But that won't make you come back
Make you want to be with me
I can try to convince myself that there's someone else out there for me
That you don't still own my heart
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I Say No?
How many times can you lose it all,
before you never get it back?
How many times can you fall,
till you land with a crack?
I get so close to the end.
So close to letting it go.
But something always seems to mend,
always tells me no.
I want to die,
but I need to go on.
I begin to cry.
I just want this to be done.
So don't keep me here.
It's time to go,
But now I begin to fear,
it's me that says no.
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A poem about a man revisiting a forest with a lake he once roamed as a young man. He sees himself in the reflection of the now murky lake, an old friend who time has not been good to.
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Mine is still inside me, he tells me I'm young and skinny and well able to run and dance and as always I listen to him and agree. I hope at least that this will never change... to be old and boring would be a terrible end
Nice work
Nice work