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Insomnia Now you hear what the house has to say. Pipes clanking, water running in the dark, the mortgaged walls shifting in discomfort,
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
True Love It is true love because I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
I want not I want not aches that melt away joy to create a blissful night only for the unruly Created the unspoilt sight
Revenge Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreath'd hair, And gaze upon her smile; Seem as you drank the very air
Sonnet 54 Of this worlds theatre in which we stay, My love like the spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the pageants play,
People Like Us There are more like us. All over the world There are confused people, who can’t remember The name of their dog when they wake up, and people
IF YOU FIND ANOTHER If you happen to find another And her arms hold tighter and better Remember me...I was warm ..was your sweater
Widows My mother’s playing cards with my aunt, Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game my grandmother taught all her daughters.
Praise Be Praise be to the not-nearly-a-girl anymore clerking at our local grocery outlet since junior high. Single mom, moved up
Bruces’ Philosophers Song Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable. Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
My words in mind Not far as Noah's age but farther from hands grip to where found tender sweet taught the harden heart
History Of The Night Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness;
