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I write poems,

they calm me down.

When I'm not talking to anyone,

there is no reason to frown.

When there is a blank page,

for me to spill my mind,

I feel calm again.

I feel kind.

Future Hope

I'm losing your smile

to the words that I fake

because I'm holding back

thoughts that I take

seriously enough

to read them out loud

but I know doing this

will put my head in the cloud.

because I cant read you

I know your still there

I try to make you happy

But what comes, a blank stare.

Empty and void vs full and redundant

I wish you would smile

So I could fell the warmth of it

once again.

Forever Dynamic

A personality is the sum of everyone they have met in their entire life.

From School

Rhymes torn apart

with deep structure set.

surface structure changes

and confuses, never forget.

Lines hold the meaning

lost in a language

retold through dictionaries

that approve rearranging.

Pencils tell this story

that come from within

synapses cant be fast enough

to keep us...

Bitter

Swallowing matches

tasting ignition

taking a chance

to form this transition

from then to here

a spot on the map

time's location

none of which overlap

it's set to confine

space in a line

a line that's free

from space and crime

against all this

superficial face time.

I won't rewind

I don't care if you mind

That I press your envelope

and seal it with lime.

Bitterness in the tears exploit rhymes.

I

Take

These

Echoes

Resolutely

Even though my poetry is full of lies

I don't expect you to catch that last device.