Weak Poems by Me

You would think that I have a poetry blog because I write poems, but you'd be wrong. I write poems because I have a poetry blog. For the new comers, this is just a lame blog that I'm attempting to update regularly and I'm using "poems" as a gimmick for intros for what I feel like talking about. My apologies to those who were misled by google into thinking that this was what they were looking for.

Thursday, August 8, 2019

spark

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i can't get past this dish a pasta dish served cold i wish and wish you'd break the mold the patterns seemed to have been set ...
Wednesday, August 7, 2019

boxes

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the shadows in the night feel so unfamiliar now that i've unpacked the final box i choose to walk and walk and walk trying to tire my...
Saturday, August 3, 2019

Gaunt

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I was happy before I met you at least that is how I remember things but how is it I can't stop thinking about you where are you now? ...
Sunday, July 28, 2019

for me

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for me loving you has meant it is always raining not that i am complaining what is the big deal about getting wet anyways unless maybe i...
Wednesday, July 10, 2019

hope

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hope is the sharp edge I keep cutting my finger on it's the song that I play over and over thinking that it might end differently tha...
Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Onions

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i chased her again as i do and pierced through the layers learning about her more and more as we explored together under the sun it begu...
Sunday, June 2, 2019

HTFILWA CH 10: Devotion

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i tried to prove my devotion and started throwing rocks into the ocean the waters began to rise as if in slow motion and yet i'm nowh...
Saturday, June 1, 2019

HTFILWA Ch 9: Choosing

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i was perusing reading the fine print before the choosing smelled the stem and checked for bruising the instructions were confusing look...

HTFILWA Ch 8: Advice

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she thought she'd volunteer unasked for advice i shot her a look of ice Today's chapter was on bad advice or how every thinks the...
Friday, May 31, 2019

HTFILWA Ch 7: Meet-Cute

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we met at mile zero as the saying goes sharing words as they come to us trying to gauge the pulse of things i knew i loved you at mile s...
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