be free, do poetry

You don't have to suffer to be a poet; adolescence is enough suffering for anyone - John Ciardi

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my laptop is broken sorry 

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She is happiness 

She made her feel 

Her mischievous smile on her lips

it was too late to attempt an escape

release me not

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For someone like me

to be caught up in

white lies

is hell

but here

i’ll stay

save your loving arms

for me

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It’s about two people who

wanted to dance,

smile,

and laugh

and this

electric energy

between the two.

You know what I mean?

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Her heart is strange;

her mind

her laughs.

I did not recognise

it

was

love,

for I had completely lost.

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Quite breathless,

her precious little tongue never ceased pouring forth.

you naughty,

naughty.

I shall keep you.

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And she smiled,

realizing her face showed her feelings.

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I have photographs of you,

You were like a dream I wish 

I hadn’t slept through,

within i fell deeper,

of all the things that come and go,

there is no one else like you, and i know it’s silly.

But i know what we are, and I know what we are not,

For she (you are) is his poet, 

and he is her (your) poem.

It’s so dark right now, 

I can’t see any light around me.

Can i unfeel it,

now I’ve felt it?

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Little girl, you scared of death?

Don’t suck my breath

I said

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I’ve no intention of letting it go.

Promise not to let me

get away with that,

tie up my hand,

entertain me with a tale.

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he had sleeping tablets

  one

      two

         one  

             two

another and another and another.

he felt his lips move,

a terrible whisper,

     “did it suck out all the poisons of inner suffocation?”

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When you’ve nothing to lose,

you run any risk you want.

But we do need a breather,

pick smaller cliffs to jump off.

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We must all be alike. 

the target of the

rightful dread of being inferior

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She changed me,

I don’t know where it ends,

Seems like a new space

because she sets a standard.

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I should keep a good distance,

I could already see her broken heart

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Why not speak my mind? 

What do I have to lose?

              her

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At first he felt at ease,

When the lights dimmed down

He felt tears welling up in his eyes

“What the hell?” 

He asked himself