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Cold and lifeless
Of color devoided
Rotting in the dirt
Parting ways with the living
Soul long gone
Embrace our sad destiny
Of color devoided
Rotting in the dirt
Parting ways with the living
Soul long gone
Embrace our sad destiny
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Murder your Poem
Make your poem suffer,
it needs to know how you feel.
And if it doesn't, your poem is ignorant.
Gouge the pen deep within it, until bloody ink stains through.
Write very hard
so your poem can feel your scars.
If you crinkle the corners,
good;
it needs to have broken tattered bones.
Feeling exhausted before your done.
Do not share or post your poem so soon,
for it needs to feel rejection.
Most important, before it dies.
Never..
Clean it's wounds, or tape its rips,
do no accept forgiveness..
As your poem dies, you'll be surprised.
Your dead withered poem,
has found
new life.
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What Remained
Half asleep, I
traced the edges of stars
with my trembling fingertips,
and that shimmering dust
left on the ridges of my fingers
were the only remnants
of my existence
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Today I Died
Sometimes when I watch the sunrise
I imagine the first sunrise of all time
With so much potential for love
In the pure light of that dawning sunshine
God, you have given life to us
I see endless love in the tears that you cry
I am ready to drown within them
But you spared me today, I didn’t die
Sometimes when I see her smiling
I hope it’s because she is thinking of me
Maybe that time we watched the sunset
Or perhaps some other loving memory
God, I can see something in her
That no one else seems to be able to see
I just ask that when she prays to find love
You will direct her thoughts towards me
Sometimes when we watched the s
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Just felt like writing an acrostic with the first word that came to mind.
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Love this type of poetry. 