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Your smile
Melts my heart
Into submitting
To the written word;
Inside, I know
It's been my words
That has kept
Your body tall,
And your lips
Stretched.
It may not be love
Expressed in its
Overused phrase;
But it's care that
Keeps me sane
And your soul
Earthed,
And allows two
Friends to love.
Melts my heart
Into submitting
To the written word;
Inside, I know
It's been my words
That has kept
Your body tall,
And your lips
Stretched.
It may not be love
Expressed in its
Overused phrase;
But it's care that
Keeps me sane
And your soul
Earthed,
And allows two
Friends to love.
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
Literature
Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
Literature
apocryphal
so cunning and seemingly honest
at times there is nothing but wit
yet not quite real on the inside
but nothing we care to admit
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It's quite beautiful. She'll love it, I'm sure