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| Note that most of the poems here are taken from my membership days as a poet at the PoetryBoard. It was a chatboard where we converse in poetry and hiakus. It was a real challenge because some of the members were really good. I've tried to put a name to the poems although there were many that I couldn't remember. Most do not have titles, as like I've said, they were our conversations and conversations do not come with titles. I've tried giving them one but still some are better without. : ) See if you can guess which ones were written by me. |
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| 8 months what it means to be in love with the girl who made me dream, at the age of seventeen... we were so innocent- victims of- our own vullnerability. we first kissed in Hollywood, life was our silver screen when bliss could be so simplistic- now blank skies beneath a glass ceiling allow me to be much more realistic- as i sit in solitude within the tiny grey room where we used to lose ourselves, embracing in the nude, yes i remember- the 7th of November will be forever immortalized, as the day you said you'd be mine... as you were, for 8 precious months of my life. leaving this behind will bring the inevitable removing of your knife... so, sing for me tonight, cling to me just one last time. and... everything'll be alright. wounds heal so... take the pain in stride and try not to suffer there will be others we have to say goodbye |