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RememberRecall reflections, rippled waters now bone-bare dirt and sundried sand. Remember yellows, blues and reds who's silken surface softly skimmed cool water, beneathe trembling hands.Remember
Rethink the way your waters run; flow with yourself, your soul, your skin. Renew that day you fell in love with something better than you'd known, tango with rain, waltz with the wind.
Remember now, as you did then; you never ever needed him.
by *RawPoetry
Onward, we wentOnward, we went; taking the wrong exit on purpose, just to see where the winding road would find us by daylight. And who would've thought that daylight would find us sitting on shingled rooftops in the freezing cold, just to get a little bit closer to the sky. Our eyes shown reflections of spaceships and pirate ships and space pirates, and how if we could, we'd take to the stars and never go back to work, without even giving two weeks notice.Onward, we went
Onward, we went; breaking from the tree-lined trail to fin
by *RawPoetry
confessions of a girl in debtIt's almost one in the morning and I have to work tomorrow.confessions of a girl in debt
But I just can't sleep. I'm too busy writing and searching for ways to save the earth and pretending to be Billy Joel.
It's almost one in the morning, and I'm in debt again. I wish I had the time to be Billy Joel, but I have to work so I can get out of debt and still have enough money left over to paint my car bright green, and enough time to save the earth.
It's almost one in the morning and I'm on stage, my feet moving independently
of my bod
by *RawPoetry
It made her happyWhen they first met, she made sure he spoke first; made sure he broke that delicate glass barrierIt made her happy
between lovelorn strangers and 'hello.' Words held behind her teeth, expectant lips poised, but waited to speak, because it's un-ladylike to make the first move.
So he did. It didn't make a difference, but it made her happy.
When they went out, she asked him to wear his nicest black silk shirt and his nicest
dry-clean-only pants so if strangers' wandering eyes fell upon him, he wouldn't leave a bad impressi
by *RawPoetry
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AbandonedSetting sun, light falls like rain on cracked, crumbling stone sculptures. No warmth can soothe prevalent pain, setting sun, light falls like rain upon torn ground, hopeless disdain of a world picked clean by vultures. Setting sun, light falls like rain on cracked, crumbling stone sculptures.Abandoned
by *RawPoetry
Foreign ShoresShe sits on foreign shores, alone blue skies decay, revealing grey surroundings slowly turn to stoneForeign Shores
Still, where once soft wind had blown no trees will be assuaged to sway She sits on foreign shores, alone
her lost eyes comb this vast unknown grey skies grow heavier every day surroundings slowly turn to stone
She knows a pain that's all her own knows just how much that sky does weigh she sits on foreign shores, alone surroundings slowly turn to stone.
by *RawPoetry
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It made her happyWhen they first met, she made sure he spoke first; made sure he broke that delicate glass barrierIt made her happy
between lovelorn strangers and 'hello.' Words held behind her teeth, expectant lips poised, but waited to speak, because it's un-ladylike to make the first move.
So he did. It didn't make a difference, but it made her happy.
When they went out, she asked him to wear his nicest black silk shirt and his nicest
dry-clean-only pants so if strangers' wandering eyes fell upon him, he wouldn't leave a bad impressi
by *RawPoetry
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