“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
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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The Last Touch
When it’s time, I’ll do the right thing
Until then, I want to steal every last second
Just like stealing that first kiss, my heart pounded so
It’s been years, and you’re all that I’ve ever known
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Emily's Revenge
It could have been easier, so much easier, if he had only decided on another course of action that late evening’s night. I ponder back on it now, and a thousand words of terror still haunt my mind. What was the
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The Maiden of the River
Holding her pale body, caressing her, but a lost cause this was, long before she was mine. It wasn’t what I had just witnessed, but the thoughts ravaging my suffering state, a state so excruciating that I felt nothing
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Hide and Seek
An elementary game, it was ‘hide and seek’
A grown man now, and still just as free
At merry times, out comes the child in thee
I can’t recall though, having it leave
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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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