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I read an article about Harvard graduates who attended their 10 year anniversary. The majority were not happy with how their lives turned out. The minority who were had discovered their passion in life.
A poem about watching a little TV and enjoying a beer after spending a worthless evening at a party.
A short poem about her choosing life in every single instance of eternity.
A poem about a typical lunch on a weekday. It was one of those days were I was feeling a bit out of sorts and all I needed was a simple but good meal.
A storm passed through very early this morning and the thunder and lightning woke me. This poem was inspired by the storm and the dream I was having. It's also about the longing for connection.
Have you ever been in love? How did you know you were in love? How could you tell? Did you just know and the knowing defied explanation? The heart wants what it wants and most of the time no one can tell you otherwise.
A poem to someone I have not met . . . yet. Yeah, I know, that sounds a little strange. But to me it makes perfect sense.
A poem about getting caught up in the struggle to believe in your head what you know is a lie in your heart.
When it comes to the unnatural circumstances of matriculating and exploring the mindsets of strange acting people and what we can gain, we shy away and hurriedly close all entrances and doors. Think About This.
I'm not sure what to say about this one. I wrote it very quickly and I know it means something to me. I hope it mean something to you.
A poem about losing yourself in a relationship or situation and coming to the realization that you need to get out and get back to yourself.
She was the one who loved black, the night, the Satan, But I dint knew for years. And I still don't know.
After the third person tells you that you are in a relationship with a narcissist then it's time to Google the word narcissist. The personality traits were dead on. But that's okay. I'm a survivor.
I felt like writing a love poem, so here it is. It just felt like one of those days now that the weather is turning warmer.
I'm starting to hate my job. Not because of the work but because I feel as though I am being watched like some strange animal in a zoo.
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