“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
Sunflower Of Fire
The sunflower
So bright, so brilliant
Every flaw so apparent
Along with its perfection
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My Things - Part of Me
It’s not enough, no, not just one
I need it all, or less come all undone
Everything I see, of that which I adore
One isn’t sufficient, I always need more
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Nothing So Real
Wading through such a torturous hell
Enlightenment, it’s all of which I now seek
With an anguish so annihilating
Imploringly I crave, an inconceivable release
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Moments of Control
Oh- the weight, the weight and what it could do
As my soul would severely suffer, hideously an ugly bruise
The sting of my salty tears, often a melancholy excuse
My obsessive thoughts- they ruled, always a muse
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The Burning
Oh my, how it burns
As if it's on fire
It doesn't happen often
Maybe once every hour
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