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This one's a bit gore....I dunno, I was a kid back when I wrote it and thought about writing non-love stuff........
It's that and then today, I still cannot replicate this...!!
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GAWD!!
It ain’t odd
When I nod
With ease
To please
A tease
A sick
Petty trick
By a wit (rude words not allowed edit by Phill)
It’s just
I know I must
Not bust
A hopeful try
(sure a bit dry)
End it in a cry
Rather crack
Some nasty payback
So you laugh till you rack
Your intestines
The vital spine’s
Fragments several times
Then cough up blood
But hey bud!
I’ll still wait
Till late
To make you state
That the joke you made
WAS A DUD!!

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Most of my poems have just one inspiration......everything revolves around her.

I read somewhere that there are rules to be followed in poetry, and that there is no such thing as a unique pattern to poetry. Basically it said that if you write something that is not traditionally in rhythm, it doesn't count as poetry. I don't believe in that, so everytime I write, I try to avoid the cliché poetic rhythm that I have read all my life, as I'm drawn a lot towards something funky happening with the flow of a piece, and thus I tend to always put some efforts to break out of any predictive rhythm in my poems
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Quiet! The walls can hear you
Your story is intriguing
To say the least

Hold! The breeze will reveal—
That what shouldn't be shared
Not just with the living
But even more the deceased

Till you are certain
Till you can be sure
Let all be oblivious
Not a soul should know
Lay low, bro, lay low! 

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Thanks Phil.....I have some more that I'll put here.....most are short as I'm not used to writing longer stuff     

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I mostly wrote short, single stanzas......... Here's one:
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Two souls, hand in hand
Treading a path they walk each time
She let the breeze caress her curls
He smiles and holds them, "Mine!" 

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Just a cute ode to my crush
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Whenever I close my eyes
I wish all I see
Is you, just being you,
All the while you're with me

That last line there
I just made it up
‘Cause being with you, a dream
On which I've given up—

It still would be too perfect,
As a picture, to be framed
You see, you're a work of art,
While I'm just another admirer, UNNAMED

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Thanks.......I wrote a lot last couple of years......these two are some of my favs

Will submit more soon, and hope there is a lot of feedback     

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Another poem I that I wrote a while back
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I have been trying,
Maybe not hard enough
Still got to reach the end
At this point
Not even sure if I
Should've taken the other bend
If this takes another year
And I still am strangled by fear
Were my efforts dry?
Maybe I should give up,
Or move on, and save me some tears
For a second try? 

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I wrote it a couple of years ago, and it's quite personal apparently..........let me know about it
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Was it all a lie?
All the tries, the errors
All the hard-slept nights, just to wake up in fear
Of losing, of falling in the pool of my own tears

Tell me, am I not human?
Trying to please, just a jester to you?
Watching you cry, I cry too
You never try to know, though, if I do

Am I to blame?
Yes, probably, 'cause I am Life
Yes I lead you to walk the edge of a knife
And put you in forever of misery and strife

But is it real?
Should not be, but here it is
This is what I make of it—
There's still a lot of time
To understand, to make things fine
But hey, till then let's bicker and ignore the signs
And end this shit when things don't rhyme