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Good morning there beautifulGood morning there beautiful,
You're as pretty as can be.

I hope your day is wonderful,
and filled with thoughts of me.Good morning there beautiful1 hour ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

stranger in my housethere's a stranger in my house
i know not from where he came
he mocks me as i do my chores
for he always does the same

there's a stranger in my house
always trying to act cool
no matter what i say in response
i just look like a fool

there's a stranger in my house
and he's scaring off my friends
when ever they come over
he annoys them to no ends

there's a stranger in my house
but i just take it day by day
no matter what tactic i try
he just won't go away

there's a stranger in my house
and he's staring at me now
i want to ask him why he's here
i just don't quite know how

tell me stranger if you will
why is that you're here?
i don't remebestranger in my house2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

I want toI want to cry but I can't
I want to hurt myself but I shan't
I want to sleep but my eyes seem to stay like a plant
I want to hug you but your far away
I want to love you but here I have to stay
I want to smile for you but not I may
Although I feel all this pain
My wait for you will not be in vain
One day we will meet again
And maybe my pain will be put to an end. I want to4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

CloggedClogged

I have fecal stasis,
‘Cause I’m full of crappy thoughts,
And I can’t flush (shhhhh)it.Clogged6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Wings, Demons, and Trees Sometimes I try,
And I fall to the ground.
My feelings are hidden,
But I just can't manage to fly.

My feet are light,
Lighter than feathers,
But it's my heart that weighs me down.
For I have problems and demons that I hold on to tight.

But you have the key,
I can see it there in your hands!
Alas, someone has come to save me!
Someone has finally heard my plea!

But you turn your back,
Shunning another person,
Just like I've watched you always do,
And I have a panic attack sending me into the black.

When I awake,
If I dare,
Then I will still be cWings, Demons, and Trees20 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

TigerThe tiger lies in her cage, head low, eyes glow.
Watching the doorway, waiting for sound.
Stripes stand starkly from the sway of her skin.
Invisible to those with no sight.

The tiger hides in her cage, silent cry, worried eye.
Hoping for camouflage, heeding her fear.
Wind willfully winds ‘cross the hand of the wielder.
By morning her stripes show red.Tiger18 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

ChiyuCome, let me hold you closer my dear,
While you tend to your fresh battle wounds.
I wish I could hold you longer, my dear,
Until my embrace your fear consumes.

I wish I could hold you 'til your troubles were gone,
Until only love was left in their wake,
Until old age had taken your mind,
And from this nightmare you could awake,

Yet you have other things to do.
Places to go. People to see.
You have promises to keep,
Given to people more important than me.

Since I cannot take your troubles from you,
Or shake you from your fever dream,
All I have to offer is a warm embrace,
Perhaps a loving shoulder to soften your screams.

I would offer wordChiyu31 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

WhyWhy
Why can't I
Forget you
Why can't I
Breathe
Why can't I
Sleep
Why can't I
Eat
Why do tears
Come to my eyes
When I miss you
Why do I feel
Pain
Why won't it
Go away
Why did
It have to end
Why didn't you
Want me
Like I want you
Why does
It have to be
This way
Why can't I
Bear it
Why can't you
Hold me
Why can't you
Tell me
That everything
Is fine
Why
Can't this just
Go away
Why do I
Have to love you
So much it hurts
To be apart
For even a minuteWhy7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

loosing itmy sanity is dripping done
my cheek to my chin while
my wrist do the same then it
drips to my to elbow as you
step on my hands that hold on
the edge pealing one finger of the edge
im screaming for help and the people
that come just push me father off
soon im going the run out of sanity
and im going to loose my grip on the edgeloosing it7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Shoebox BluesShoebox Blues

Everyday is the same
A content I strive for
And to my shame
All I want is more.
A notion of not caring
And to hell with everyone
Has made me daring
To plea to our mocking sun
To exist as a critic
and nothing more.
I am tired and lonely and sick
with only remorse for the bored
and only peace with those who agree.
If only you could see how rewarding it is for me.

Contentedness has been a great feeling for me.
But, a peace that I love, has collapsed.
Guess who’s call that is, previously an absentee
Oh great, it’s her, she probably relapsed.
It’s been two years without word
Now she wants someone to hold
I say, leShoebox Blues8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Why Do I Even TryWork sucks, more hours, just getting through the night
Over on the other line, a fellow workman's plight
Prompts some act of ill-advised aid while they've gone off
Twenty minutes, half the reel on the floor... ruined.

"Wolf, buddy, you've got to learn to leave that crap alone"
Yeah, yeah, no good deed unpunished, let me try to atone
Deal with it like an adult, yeah, apologize, don't hide
But really, I mean... why do I even try?

Of course I'll mess it up. I mean, it's what I do.
They didn't care, no one does - should I just not care, too?
I get real mad, it's my only skill, but it doesn't help at all
Even when I could use that rage it's goneWhy Do I Even Try8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The mind of a writer.Paper walls they may be,
But don’t you dare call them thin.
They’re thicker than you know,
Deeper than you can imagine.
Rooted so deep within,
I can’t be satisfied
Without the dramatic actions
Without the all of the excitement I am so horribly denied.
So far from reality,
So caught up in the pages,
So completely lost in time
Flying through the ages.
I’m stuck with these surreal barriers
Somewhere between truth and fiction
Stuck feeding
This ravenous addiction.
So completely wasted
And absolutely high
I make constellations with my own freckles
As though my own flesh were the sky.
The lack of real sensation
Is so much moThe mind of a writer.8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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