Poetry Blogs (I)

My wine glass doesn't fit in the cup holder

My happy meal has the same old toy

I thought I was ok with older

But I'm devastated

Cinnamon sass

Sarcasm was your art

Your heart so much bigger

Than the best fed panther in the park

There's no missing

You're always here

I have every crackling word

Every growling laugh

Every smarmy sweater

Every holiday passed

Fo...

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Not thinking is fun

It makes me a bum

I like to be a bum

A bum having fun

Not thinking

Ergh, oooh, errr, umhrm

I'm not mad

Because I don't care

The world spins

Money is spent

The world has a dent

I do not care

You're only in trouble if you think you are

You're only a failure if you think you are

I'm gonna think I'm in the clouds

Watching ...

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The only person who can save me

is me

A Random Hero wont set me free

Violets are blue

Its time for you to save you

Mentalities can't fly

Yours wont admit defeat

Not that I ever wanted you to lose

But, my grasp is still so weak

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I was kind of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.

Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.

The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.

So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I s...

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Leapt about

nothing fits.

Dressed quickly

dashed out.

Friend upset

Whats up?

Falling face

cloudy frown.

Urgently needed

cheerful clown.

Suspected breakdown

teardrops due.

Seriously suicidal

life saver.

Corny joke

nervously told.

Simple smile

punch line.

Laughter bursts

depression cured.

Eyebrows raised

Asking why?

Zip undone

han...

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So why do I write?

I am not a poet,

but I write a

lot of poetry.

So why do I write?

I write to

show my

point of view.

So why do I write?

Sometimes it's to

feel like I have

a small amount

of control.

So why do I write?

I write what

I feel.

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I worry about my brother because

He's taken to writing poetry

After his girlfriend took off.

I worry about my brother because

He's based so far away

For uni and his job.

I worry about my brother because

I don't think mother fuckers understand him

The way he ought to be understood.

I worry about my brother because

Dark places are easy to get lost in

An...

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Voices

Someone read my poem

Yesterday. I didn’t like it.

When they had finished,

I told them they had read

It in the wrong way.

I said, ‘it’s not right.’

I said, ‘read it like this;

Someone read my poem,

Yesterday. I didn’t like it.

When they had finished.’

There I stopped. I said,

‘Wait, I’ll try again;

Someone read my...

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I SAT ON A PARK BENCH TODAY......

I sat on a park bench today.....

Not because I thought it the thing to do....

Or because I thought it poetic....

Not because I thought it would make me look artistic,,

Or thoughtful...

I sat on the park bench because I was tired...

My body was begging me

For a sit down

I sat on a park bench today

And......

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