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Escape

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Close your eyes, escape,
one weightless breath after another,
at the time when universe slips out of your hand,
but to live, to feel and to die when
two worlds crashes into each other,
and the atoms dissolve into the sand.

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Wish You Were Here

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Wish you were here,
to break down all the differences,
to shake down all the borders,
to melt down all the distance,
to connect all the figures
in the right place.
What else could, what else could confront us?
In the same way we breath,
in the same way we cry,
wish you were here,
tonight when the whole world is empty
and there is no one left to die.

Wish you were here,
to create all t...

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Thursday

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Take me for a walk, Thursday's pressing my veins,
going through your secrets, through your mind,
all the spots are just the same, quiet and sublime,
your milkshake soul, so hard to find.
And if you ever offer me a peace of that sound,
if you ever try to hide me from that mess,
hold me, keep me, smash me to the ground
your milkshake soul, my emptiness..
 

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Summer And Everything After

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Don't look the other way
the view can take me from you.
It's all written there
what we chasing..

Now it's the other way
don't let me fall from there.
The moment that we wanted
is fading..

I am not worried
I am not worried
everything changes
I am never worried
I am never worried
time is still fading
around you..
i swear it's true..

Ten thousand miles away
your shadow is danci...

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February Scars

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Take your pills
bury them somewhere,
on a road
that leads to nowhere,
we fall 
like leafs on the ground.

Melt your swett
drope it around me,
turn the radio gatter the fallen stars,
bring your february
scars.

Let's pretend 
we have no money,
close your eyes
lay upon me,
the whole world 
is what we are trying to forget.

Let's pretend
we have no problems
get your things
and ...

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Veronica

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Veronica,
with a bullet in hands
with a smile on her face
with eyes full of betrail
she walks down the hill

Veronica,
this night is'nt fair
you just can't compare
your eyes with the grail
underestimating pain

And she walks
with a bullet in hands
and eyes full of betrail.
God knows
they're just a silver 
scrapes in 
may.

And she hates
her steps in the sand
and her crown has...

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Try

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Take your every step you've walked,
pretend you walk a mile from here
and go again

Show me how'd you get so far,
show me your forgotten call
and i'll be there...

Building up your silhouettes
building up your silhouettes
and going out again.

Take your dreams and fake them right,
fake them right once in a while
and walk away.

All you are is step in time,
dust is grey and rain is...

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Catching Signals

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With every visible light
shades dissappears along the way,
burned to the ground,
invisible coloured sound,
restless needle in a hay.

Siting on the top,
catching signals with my brain,
exhausted, terryfied 
from the crowd below 
how is it possible to feel
so stuck in time, so alone?

With every visible light
shades turned out again,
arising from the ashes
visible colourblind man,
...

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Tokyo Lights

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We are not siluets, 
we are above them all.
The red stripes in my head
keep running with no control.

And then the long street keeps
all the blue lights i am calling home,
forever banned for me
without coming and return.

I see the color blindness,
seeing sides of you.
Delighted with any moment
that i am stuck into.

I am far away from myself,
far away from you.
Tokyo lights i am ...

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She

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She's a creator
She's always bright
She's a general 
in black and white.
She put's her problems
down on the line,
She's out of control when
nothing is fine.

She means something,
she keeps something,
she means something,
something away,
to me,
from me.

She is so calm
when no one is around.
She's a believer
with hands on the ground.
She's a poet 
fingers on the screen.
She's ...

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Melancholia In May

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Sun is now on the top again
swallowing the rest of our memories,
protecting the remains of the day,
keeping all the moments,
keeping them all the way....down.
Hey, forget your pride
there is nothing left to say
nothing stronger, nothing deeper than 
melancholia in May.
Don't collapse, stand up to your sense, your life,
store them somewhere else,
keeping them away, breaking them apart,
...

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Move On

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Don't close your eyes
as you used to do
I am just remembering stuff
considering you.
All the welcomes are allready told,
perfect and round,
straight and unfold.
Stay the same as you are,
provoke the life in a same way
and if all the roses turns to ash
you stay yourself anyway.
Climb those mountains
as you climb your dreams,
don't step aside
it hurts...but it's all just a play.
So, d...

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Echoes

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Echoes,
echoes in the dark chasing us away..
chasing us..
away.

Echoes, 
echoes.. are still down there,
..there they are trying to hear our call,
call them to come around we are almost free, almost there,
almost there..
..fallen angels on the ground..
on the ground..
broken needle in a hay ..
in a hay.

Echoes,
echoes .. forever and before,
..before we weren't the same in their e...

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Dream About Absolute Freedom

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Doesn't always have to be right
dream about absolute freedom
fading boredom, breading soil
remember the world's silence
through the spark of the time
calm and sublime, calm and sublime
dream about wisdom?...No,
dream about absolute freedom.
Changing morbid statues
around the neck of the nature
spelling words, creating magic
fading moments hard to catch them,
leaving you in thoughts, le...

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Trace

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Take me away,
far from nuances of life,
far away through different times,
different truths, different minds,
hiding the dust, stretching our hands
closer to our dead, misguided breed.
Take me away from these wild,
lost in a crash, elevated rivers,
green tables, empty crowds,
part of the glory still lingers,
through laughter and torrent
it will never melt down.
Feel the emptiness as а p...

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Write Anyway

So it's cliche,
write anyway.

So it's not 
gramatically correct,
write anyway.

So it doesn't rhyme,
write anyway.

Don't let judgmental
"experts" distort
your perception 
of poetry 
or silence
the part of 
your soul that
longs to make
sense of life.

Just write 
any way! 

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Honest Writing

The worst

Thing is when I

Am writing poetry and spill

My wine

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Secrets Inside

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{Secrets Inside}

 


So many different

secrets inside of

my mind that

makes me want

to know how it

would feel to

embrace my lips

with yours as we

lock eyes lost in

that loving gaze as

we both slip off to

that time slip place

where we can be

on automatic repeat

because this is one

of my favorite secrets 

 

 

 

©Tina Glover All Rights Re...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #31 {The Nerve Of Some People}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #31} {The Nerve Of Some People} 

 

 

The nerve of 

some people 

these day's 

`n` then you

think way me? 

`n` then you are

thinking it would

be nice if the

military would

just nuke your asses

already 

 

 

 

 

 

 

©One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer/Tina Glover originally written May 29,2017 but posting ...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #16 {I Am All Confused?}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #16 {I Am All Confused?} 

 

 

I am all confused 

I am unsure of something's 

I am finding myself like a chicken 🏃 running around with my head cut off these day's 

I am dazed 

I am here trying to grasp my reality before I lose what little insanity I have left 

I am beaten 

I am broken `n` scared up good for nothing diseased infected big ...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #14 {My Story}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #14} {My Story}

 

 

 

The word's of

inspiration,

dream's from

that certain

person has been

beautifully

written on the

walls inked

down `n` linked

straight to my

soul that gives

me that courage

`n` strengths to

fight `n` my

battle because

I'll always

survive if it

takes the last

breaths in me

`n`...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #12 {White Snow Flakes}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #12} {White Snow Flakes} 

 

 

 

The white

snow flakes

began to fall

down like

the coldest

december

weather

outside

pearched on

my doorstep

`n` through

the darkened

dark of 🌃

night's of the

meadows that

once was

glistening white

`n` the white

snow flakes

began to mix

into a black

convoy ech...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #7 {A Story About Me I Will Always Tell It}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #7} {A Story About Me I Will Tell It} 

 

 

 

If there's

a story

about my

life that's

a story

that I

will have

to be the

one to

tell 

because I'm

the only

who knows it

`n` can

tell my

story so

well `n` until

then my

story will

remain untold 

 

 

 

 

 

 

©One_Pissed_Off_Americ...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #6 {His Rhythm}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #6} {His Rhythm} 

 

 

 

His rhythm of

his songs played

like the sickest

twisted dead of a

deafening whistling 

whisper's through

the cold northern

lights that only

the animals could

hear that kept

them howling

by the bay from the

amusement of his

meaningless song

that continues to

play his sickened

twist...

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Satan's Child

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{Satan's Child} 

 

 

He was born into

the world of

darkness with

the markings of

his father's

mark~of~the~beast

in three numbers of

six~six~six hidden

beneath the darken

fleshy flesh on his

corrupted body this

he had to bear

upon this world 

causing chaos and

ruckus throughout

this evil land of

his father's Satan

 

 

 

 

 

...

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California~Birmingham Skies

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{California~Birmingham Skies}

 

 

He was twisted up into the California skies always needing that extra special gift of love that would feel his 💓 heart with happiness for the rest of his day's on this planet but he painting his words of wisdom across the skies in California with the wanting to dedicating his self to this world the way he should have so long ago before his hair got all gr...

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No Guarantees

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{No Guarantees}

 

 

 

There's no guarantees

that you actually ever

loved me at all




And 




There's no guarantees

that you was even

worth my tears over

these year's 




And I'm not gonna cry

and I sure as hell ain't

gonna shed no more

tears for you since

you left me to be with

her and tore my world

apart while breaking and

wrecking my heart after

beat...

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With This 🌹 Rose

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{With This 🌹 Rose} 

 

 

I will keep it with me even after it withers and died 

 

 

And 

 

 

I'll place into a book to hold our love that way until the very end of all times

 

 

Because with this 🌹 rose is delicate to the touch so protect it with your love

 

 

And 

 

 

Your love is forever real 

 

 

And 

 

 

As the day's is lon...

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Sadness Has Stolen My 💓 Heart

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{Sadness Has Stolen My 💓 Heart}

 

 

 

My 💓 heart is hurting so much beyond any word's I can ink down 

 

 

And the pain is tearing up my💓 heart and soul up 

 

 

And someone please tell me how I can retrieve it 

 

 

Because now the life filled with sadness of a lost love has forever stolen my💓 heart away 

 

 

And as I'm still trying to revive it today ...

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Popping Pills

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{Popping Pills}

 

A bad habit of popping pills like that old tapped out addict that is looking for their next fix like a cocaine rockstar on their best high of their life 

 

But when they come down off of that rockstar high then reality set's in then they withdraw from friend's and their family while trying to hide their pill popping addiction 

 

But now they cannot do it anymore...

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He Told Her Today He Doesn't Love Her Anymore

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{He Told Her Today He Doesn't Love Her Anymore} 

 

As she walked through the front door of their home he stands up and looks her in the face and says to her I no longer love you anymore as she took off running to the bathroom upstairs while he ran after her but she slam's the door in his face and then locks it as he knocks on the door saying I'm so sorry darling but he hears her sobbing insi...

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Delicate Rose Bud

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{Delicate 🌹 Rose Bud} 

 

 

She was a pure gentle delicate 🌹 rose bud that needed tender love and care because she was in fact so fragile that she had such a beauty that made her stand out on her own but the 🌹 rose bud was so scared that she would eventually break with the wrong little bitty move but she pushed on through to grow so big and strong that she could set out on her own way 

...

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Brave

My mother calls me brave, so I am brave. 

 

She takes me to the bus stop on the first day of school and I am scared. She smiles and lets me go, so I smile and go. I am brave. 

 

She sits me down and tells me we are moving. My father will be gone a while, and I will have to make new friends. She tells me not to be sad, so I stop crying. I am brave. 

 

I want to dye my hair blue. I...

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The Pen

"The pen is mightier than the sword"
- In general, I guess that's true
But mine's a lazy blighter;
It treats sloth as a damned virtue
 
It's not the liveliest of beasts
It's always at a halt
It likes staring at blank paper
As though that's the thing at fault
 
It lives a charmed sedentary life
Full speed is torpidly inert
It charges around at the pace of a slug
When flat out and a...

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Two poems in Morphrog Magazine Issue 10

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Happy New Year! 2015 kicks off with a couple of my poems in Morphrog Magazine Issue 10: http://morphrog.com/index.html http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2015/01/06/two-poems-in-morphrog-magazine/

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The Poet's Resource - information for poets

While I was browsing for poetry publishers I came across this great blog, which posts links to free poetry competitions and submission calls for magazines: http://thepoetsresource.wordpress.com/ Here's my latest blog post with more info: http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2014/11/06/buzzer-ezine-seeks-submissions-from-under-35-year-olds/

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Self Image

Full rounded heart,

Eyes that are sore with weeping,

Dark like and arrow piercing,

And ever the hand is writing.

 

You draw yourself, so many new lines.

Role after role you sketch, and toss away.

 

Mind that is ever writing

My own hard epitaphs,

Blaming my eyes for weeping

Over dusty photographs.

 

The past is a well told tragedy

And you a...

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Five Thirty am

In the utter darkness the fine piping of birds begins another dawn.

The insistent cat pushes between my fingers and the open page.

There is a meaning in the poise of my face and pen before the page,

But the cat has no knowledge of it.

 

She pushes her whole black purring self across my face.

Her paws step softly on the paper.

She thrusts her head against the moving p...

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Discomposed

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How slowly turn the thoughts inside my head,

Searching for sentences that are not dead.

How difficult to find the looked for word,

Without descending into the absurd.

How hard it is to make a simple rhyme,

Yet poets do this nearly all the time.

Iambic phrases slip out easily,

But making sense is much too hard for me.

I reach for feelings, - but my thoughts are nu...

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