My Poetry

When I'm with you I can't speak, I can't think, About anything But you When I dream I dream of us on the shore Waiting for you To beckon me Into your arms... Again.

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Open Poetry

This is some poetry that i worked on a few months ago, and i polished it up grammar-wise. if the photo looks messed up, i'm sorry. from a level of technology, i am kind of weak. but, yeah, that's me. if you like what you see, there is much more to come.

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The Alien (poetry).

?Floating through the space, floating from menace, quicking up my pace, forgetting my dying race, ending in this place, sweet like a cake, loving people fake they don't want to take my life away.  

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Random Poetry

I was just in the mood to write about how i feel but had no idea how i'd use my characters for it... so i resorted to poetry. i won't expect this to attract much people... but i felt like sharing this with you guys anyway.

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Poetry I

#1 of poetry this is my first poetry. it describes about a furry who is going into his final battle with his brother. they both share one thing in common, they both are immortal and have the devil's power.

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Flux (Poetry)

#5 of miscellaneous works more poetry. tried experimenting with having four syllables per line for some reason: i thought it had an interesting effect. the banks empty: lost, forgotten. there never was anything there.

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Wait (Poetry)

Sorry if poetry isn't your thing; i'll be posting some of my stories later as well. wait what was i to do? wouldn't it all have been in vain? so all i did was...wait. i was feeling blue. it all was always the same.

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Sugarcane (poetry)

Is it loneliness or boredom that draws meTo this envy that I feel, at the image before me?Why do they send me to distant worlds of my ideals?I pretended we were strangers, curious, unsureYou calm the cortisol in our bloodYour touch is rough, I begged...

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Poetry's Easy and Prose is Powerful: Srsly (My heart was 3)

The only difference is, poetry doesn't give you a broken ankle if you fuck up. you wanna write pretty prose? you need to be on at least nodding terms with poetry. this won't tell you about poetry.

Poem #64: Ninja Night (C.W.'s Poem)

#65 of poetry i have a friend who only likes poetry that is about ninja, rhymes, is relatively short, is happy, and is organized. this is a very close friend, who doesn't normally like poetry.

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In Regards

#14 of poetry a person who wished to remain anonymous had asked me on why i write poetry. this is the best way i can explain it.

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Letter to E.E. Cummings

Frankly i (his secretary, please excuse this laps in professionalism) enjoy your poetry quite a lot.

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