The Jack Vaughn

keeping track of whatever I'm working on.

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Haiku after she left

Shivers

On the places she touched me

With just her fingertips.

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Haiku on beautiful eyes

Her eyes reflect summer stars on a warm silent evening.

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A haiku

Murky

The pebble I threw

Floats to the surface

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I think the biggest attribute I have is the recognition that I am needy for being needed; I only wish my greatest strenght was not giving in to being used.

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please for the love of god turn ur sound on

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It's hard to remember that the words we should value the most are the choice, encouraging ones from those we hold closest and not the hurtful, rash ones by those who happen to be near.

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A movie can be a good movie and have a bad message

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It's been a day where doing something good for someone else would have made me feel better about myself. But I took a shower and a nap. Same result.

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Silence in our conversation

Washes cool waves of peace

Over my fever brain

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Room for comfort

Not beneath my wing, but beside

As equals. In love.

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In the loud night

I lay awake in dark and sound.

I contemplate the peace I've grown

In childish memory. I pause;

To think you are a friend to me.

To think you are the best I've known.

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Yet, I have an unhealthy imagination.

It was know to intertwine with reality.

I have been stopping short of the truth, but no more.

I have strenght; places new, given freely, and with love.

There is truth. There is love. There is thought where not before.

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I picture words you've spoken. Pretty

White teeth which ignite thought and heart.

Your white hands slip in/out of sleeves

As blue as your pure emotion.

And what feeling when we're apart.

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So tonight, as in many such nights in the past,

While I lay beneath blue simple sheets; my ear full

To the brim of loud doors and gruff voice. I imagine

Your soft tongue your white wisper your purr and your word.

I watch you in my minds melencoly eye; escape impossible, from your lovely pull.

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The vacuum of the world

The vacuum of the world

A small percent can breath

The simple; trampled; lost

Mock the true who believe.

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Keep your tongues from clicking.

Keep your lazy eyes from closing.

Don't stand so sure of your own growth

For there are those who think like you and yet are still growing.

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So in your coming and in your going

In your simple wander for pleasure

Know that some aren't afraid. Like the fool

Without fear yet without measure.

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The tree

A white birch; along a lane

Along the slender trunk, a vine of

White roses grew

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Am I doing enough

For you; that it would be alright

If I did something for me

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