tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87668866281672668202011-09-09T13:19:30.291-04:00These are some of the poems and short stories I've written over the last few years. A lot of it might not make sense to you, but that's the beauty of it. Enjoy..redisforinnocencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272583253897441909noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766886628167266820.post-43087168659352003012010-09-30T21:55:00.008-04:002010-10-01T19:05:30.905-04:00

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We were over for a long time, on our separate paths, separate lives, separate people. No one was as close to us anymore, they drifted away, like we drifted from each other. Both on the same piece of mud, but the abyss in between much greater. I had changed; I was shy, timid, and like everything else- to myself. Single, alone, with a distinguished career, a house of my own, a dog, a car, and the

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If I cried right now and let it all pour out,There’d be a river of love,Joining me to you.If I shout and scream and sing out loud,I’d be telling them all,How much you mean to me.And if my walls could speak they’d whisper to youMy secret and tell you how I’ve beenYearning for you.Because my darling, in spite of my ugly mistakes,I still hold you up, admire your beauty,And love you, from the depths

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He keeps me sane, protects me from the addictionsThat never were.He makes me strong, revives me with the airI couldn’t breath.He feeds my spirit with laughsThat never cheer.He fills my heart with criesHe never told.I hold him dear, with tearsHe’ll never know.

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The Tears That Are Pouring Out Of Me,The Screams So Loud, They Make Me Bleed.The Yearning Of Our Thirsty Souls,Can’t Fight It Anymore.You Make Me Want To Cry Sometimes,When You Say So Sweetly, Your Hearts Desire.And When You Have That Look In Your Eyes,I Know I’m Ruining You.I Try To Find A Way Out Of Here,Running Out Of Things To Say.I Call Just To Tell How Much I Love You,And Its Nothing But A

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As if enough weren’t already perished, As if my soul thirst’d for despair.As if my heart weren’t shattered to bits, As if my eyes weren’t turned to dust. He stumbled upon,A face unknown,A face not dreamed, A face he fancied.My lungs did breathe,My cheeks did blushMy eyes did open wide.To welcome in the love un-did, no friend but nay a foe.What once did turn from rain to shine,Did now turn into

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I Fell In Love With A Boy. I Ripped His Heart Out, And He Returned The Favor With Interest. I Liked A Boy.I Told Him So, And He Fell For Me.I Had A Crush On A Boy.I Said Nothing He Said Nothing.I Met A Boy.He Said “Hi”, I Said Nothing Back. I Fell In Love With A Boy.He Asked Me To Marry Him, And I Said Yes.I Hurt A Boy.I Hurt Myself.I Cry.1 November 2006

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These tears have turned to acidWith every quarrel, a little more of my skin is burntAnd my face is melting into the ugliness of us.The girl in the glass has disappeared Like a discharged employee she’s been replacedAnd this person I see now, is battered to piecesClothes torn and hair thinningLips like ancient parchment, eyes like zombies possessed.These tears they fall from my face to the

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It began like it always did, the jokes flew andLaughter flooded the windows.We talked about love, life, scandal and flaw.We teased and embarrassed, revealed secrets and sorrows.He asked about love letters, and friendships lost.We told our stories, I didn’t shed a tear.T’was this evening that I had experience, and wisdom too much to putAn end to it all.The inquiries ended andThe devil arrived. I

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There Comes A Time When Children Can No Longer Be,And Dreams Is Only A Metaphor For Hopes.But How, From A Child Yesterday, To An Adult TomorrowCan One Change?How Does The Growth And Maturity Compress,To Fill An Eight- Hour Slumber?To Leave Behind The Innocence And Joy,To Embrace, But Hell In Disguise?When It Took Just A Smile To Make The Day,Now Takes A Drop Of Rain For The Earth To Slide.And

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It begins with the proclaimationUnexpected, not anticipatedIt grew from nothing, blind motivationHe slowly conquered when unaware.Responding soon, with little delayThen together they moved toward their goal.With every connection, came expectationLike every neglect brought more suspicion.Until that day, hidden determinationCame the much awaited revelation.Now always, always shall it be returned,

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