A Poem for A Tuesday Night
Alright - so basically I lead a busy life and a boring life and have no brilliant ideas in my brain (no, the letter of the day isn't B, I just used a lot of words that started with the letter). How about some poetry from all of my intellectual, smart, funny, deep, etc. posters? Yes, I think I'd like that
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and so in frustration, I implode.
In subtle movements,
I slowly retreat and pray.
It's out of control again,
and I don't know how to fix it.
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and so in frustration, I break.
In clumsy movements,
I slowly lift my arms and sway.
It's the same thing over and again,
I slowly break the cycle and
Brokenly, clumsily, I dance.
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It's that time of year again,
and so in longing, I wish aloud
In undefined moments when the warm breeze defines my movements,
I slowly breathe in the undeniable fragrance and remember the feeling and I am almost there again
It's summertime again
and I long for the night air to engulf me as I walk the boardwalk, hear the waves methodically lapping the sandy shore, breathe in that oh so distinctive fragrance, and watch the visual kaleidescope unfold before me.
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and so in sweltering heat I write.
In lethargic movements,
I slowly move and type.
It's hot again,
and I see mirages of ice cubes.
**hehe**
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and so in anticipation for lifting heaviness, I greet each day hopefull.
In decisive movements,
I slowly take each piece of my life and renew it in passion.
It's passing the time I hate, again,
and I wonder why you ever had to leave.
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