pretty ribbons - poem

#5 of poetry collection poem no. 5 we weren't made of pretty ribbons we weren't a happy thing we were a tied up mess a relationship made of string loose buttons and badly sewn barley hanging by a thread though little had i known our relationship was

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Feel good!

#2 of poetry good morning! feel content every once and a while, distract yourself from stress and sorrow, fake a smile, eventually it will get there, you think it's all going south but then something great happens, or it doesn't but c'mon!

Workings of the Mind

#1 of poetry ok, this one is really short, so i was debating not even giving it it's own page, but hey, why not? \*\* **workings of the mind** rushing through my mind; brush fueling the fire. ideas come unbidden; yet they match my desire.

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Elevators by Alpha Wolfio

#10 of poetry a poem about elevatorcon. to ascend or descend?

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thoughts under a sea of blossoms

#3 of poetry sitting under the plumb trees blooming bright on a warm spring day the yearly dance of the finches begin singing sweet and beautiful as they suck the sweet nectar and knock the pink blooms to the ground where they

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A wry Epiphany

#5 of poetry and scribblings when the hallowed grounds are breached, and the blood starts to stain the sacred earth, a waste starts to spread slowly, creeping underneath my skin, making me aware that the things i hold dear, are merely illusions, the

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Rhyme, Rhyme

#2 of poetry nursery rhymes; diverse. won't work in this universe. rhyme, rhyme, so sublime - if you'd catch up with the times. fine lines? piece of cake! but the rain they've yet to make. spells, spells. ring the bells!

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Creative

#8 of poetry i have no name until you name me. i have no form until you shape me. i don't exist until you make me, i am creativity.

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The Siren's Hymn

#5 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/03/the-write-setting/ and now she sings the siren's hymn, no longer is her heart within.

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Sauce

_quite simply put, sleep-deprived at 3am is the best time to write poetry.

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Bright star

#2 of poetry ~ a bright star shines tonight, through my window, seeps a dim light. a gentle gaze caresses me in delight, feeling of bliss, while you're by my side.

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