Remember Me?
Remember me? The one who sat at the back of the class, The one who talk seldom alone, The one who looked out across the glass-- Remember me? The one who stood up to you, The one who did more than talk on the phone, The one who gave you more...
Oh Becca
Oh Becca, how your gaze delights me, how your smile excites me, how your lips invite me. I'd traverse the world, face numerous perils, just to be in your company. And bound are we, so full of glee to be as one. And though we may not match, we'll...
You don't know me...
You don't know me. I don't know you. You pass by me, Every day, On the crowded streets. You say hello; I say goodbye. You serve me food, Ring up my beer, Tax my cigarettes. I give you money, And your life goes on. We see each other...
The Beginning: Repetitive Dreams
Sometimes it seems that I am living a second life, I have never been able to quite understand the dreams I have every night. I see myself as a normal human being driving with 3 friends, we must have been going somewhere important, maybe to a big...
*poem* Just...now
Anything would happen just a moment ago and spiral into repetition of exactly the same value and volume as the event that took place just...
Smoke Break
He sighed and took another drag; repetition of recreation was, however you looked at it, repetitive. the remaining embers were ground down into their earthy grave. a back door of a rickety tavern opened.
Wings of freedom
Maybe it would be plain and repetitive, but at least, it would be real. or that what she thought.
History Repeats Because Those Who Write It Write Repetition
First they came for the socialists, and I spoke out-- Because I had read That Poem. Loved its pathos, Its tragedy, And its warning. They came for natives, black people, immigrants, refugees-- And I spoke out. They came for the poor...
Reading
It's mostly free verse although i really seem to like using repetition in this one. the thought from human mind the voice from human mouth the movement from human step which the foundation derives.
Could have been
Their animosity a heart of painted glass we leaned on you a facade we could not fathom you were happy with a heart of glass we never saw the cracks through red laced arms nights became filled with pain with mornings repetitions
Across the Divide
But i won't falter as i climb my course, despite failure's repetitive nature, i'll utilize the gifts which grant me force, until they grant me successful rapture.
Broken Legacy: Index
.\* followed by repetition of loved ones' names. nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la.-not gone, merely marching far away. (tribute to a dead comrade.) a'den-rage su'cuy gar-hello jetti-jedi gett'se-courage, nerve shebs-backside, rear