Category: Poetry
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ETC ETC ETC In thy breaking heart, obscured, Silent whereas no one Gives a “shit.” Whereas a single voice or one still moment in its measure linger, This message, “unrecieved.” Where no amount of time, wine-roses or memories can heal. As human falls, fails broken, out of reason. Long letters written, months recorded days, photographs and…
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poets bite!
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A WANDERER is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time; Brimming with wonder and joy He spreads out his arms to the light, Rivets his gaze on the banks of the stream. As what he sees is, so have his thoughts been.…
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“A smoke, a book, a cup of coffee. “ These are the little things that get us through this sometimes weary world and all the rainy days.”” ~ R.M. Engelhardt
