How could I choose 

against something good?

When I didn't even know if I would 

Find something better on the other side

Or something equal to abide 

And don't let me say 'I did it for her'

I'd sound so goddamn pompous

But I struggle to see

How I did it for me

When this outcome is so hopeless 

Yes, we were good together 

But that ain't the same as forever 

I...

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What is a poetry?
Is it a tree full of poets?
Not sure, but I know it's 
Gotta be more than that 
More proverbially fat
With some literary girth
Apt to give birth
To words and birds and
Herds of ideas
That run across a page
Perhaps even a stage
To make people do things
To act and be things
Make someone feel things
When one moves and sings
Based on abstract concepts 
Strung together...

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I hold her and she holds me,

It's something ecstatic, 

But I wouldn't call it glee,

It's a feeling of contentment, 

Mixed up with delight,

Like a joyful reflection, 

When I hold her tight.

I forget and I remember,

I lose track of my mind,

But it has nowhere to be,

It has nothing to find,

It's here, I'm here,

In this embrace, 

And I wouldn't want to be, 

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She wears corduroy pants, 

Over her shitty old boots,

She wears a plain tank top,

Under a jacket that suits,

Her earrings are quirky, 

And her hair is worn down, 

It would seem out of place, 

To imagine her frown.

I like the way she smiles,

When I tell her she's cute,

I need to convince her,

That there is no dispute, 

She is sunshine to me,

I hope she ca...

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There once was a crocodile,

Who forgot how to smile,

She could open her mouth,

And show all her teeth,

But could not convey,

The feelings beneath, 

The children would run,

The adults would scare,

And ev'ry attempt,

Deepened her despair, 

Twas not till the day,

She got a diagnosis, 

And realised it was all,

Because of her halitosis.

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Idle voices do not rise,

For active ears do not prize,

Words that have not got a fire,

Words that make the waking tire.

There is no want for passive verses,

Carrying weight like sombre hearses,

There is a need for thoughts attended,

Brought to life like winter’s ended.

Then in the springtime flowers bloom,

Out of darkness, out of gloom,

They seize the light...

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[Redacted] broke up with me tonight 

By message 

It was sudden and definite

Inside, I collapsed

Outside, I fell to the floor

But strangely

At the moment before I hit the floor

My arms stuck out to stop me

It was reassuring, somehow

That I had an inextinguishable will to live

Despite my feelings to the contrary 

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A one night stand

To then prolong

A week was all

Now apart

The flames were fanned

We know it’s wrong

Long distance call

Now in heart

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I like these Jeff Buckley lyrics so much, I feel they should be appreciated amongst poetry. 

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Looking out the door
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations
As their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so
You'll never know

Broken down and hungry for your love
With no ...

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Love ain't shit if it ain't a little reckless

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Through such a personality, as that which I have come to occupy, the depth of feeling I am afforded is at the cost of an abrasive surface; and that is a compromise I accept.

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True pride in a creative work,

I believe, 

Is not to merely be able to say,

'I did this'

But rather,

'This is me'

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Love is a verb,

An act, a choice,

That choice,

So profound,

Beyond feeling,

Beyond emotion,

Quite spectacular, 

That word,

In our vernacular, 

Somewhat absurd,

How it's meanings are so far between

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To the lover not yet known,
To the feelings not yet shown,
Of the heart kept in waiting,
Of the dreams slowly fading,
It is the romance yet to be,
That takes a hold of me,
Quite unfortunately so,
As spirits remain low,
For reality slaps my face,
With the hopelessness of my case,

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Thoughts to writing,

Thoughts to speech,

Are, if you will,

A ball rolling down a hill,

The hill is my mind,

Consciousness is the shovel,

Ideas the furrows,

Ponder one way,

Be a channel,

Lose heart,

Be a hole,

I stand atop the hill,

A spark,

I release the ball,

Expression,

It's path dictated,

Ever dictated,

Carried down ideas pa...

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The moth, I disdain

It needn't cause me pain

Harmless it may be

With no venom to me

It flies into my face

No pattern, no grace

A pitiable creature

In purpose and feature

For I cannot detect

A trait to respect

The spider spins its yarn

Across a lofty barn

And the bee does strive

To provide for its hive

But the moth helps none

As Icarus to the sun

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I want to hold her hand,

Nothing more than that,

Just sit by her side and,

Do little more than chat,

Am I supposed to pursue her,

Just to have sex?

To play the romancer,

As an elaborate pretext?

I don’t want that version,

Love without care,

An empty immersion,

Only physically to share,

That sexual attraction,

I can hardly ignore,

But it’s on...

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Time,

Ever passing without remorse,

Leaves me grasping with all my force,

It seeks to drain me!

It seeks nothing at all,

Nevertheless,

My hopes do fall,

For each day does go,

And I have little to show,

All that could have been,

Many chances never seen,

I know regret is useless,

I cannot change, only express,

That the future,

It seems to skip me,

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 She is a beautiful woman, my mind is taken by her. But this is not the first time I have fallen to fancy. I tend to exaggerate in a longing for romance; yes, I could list many superlatives about her. But what would that say? Really, nothing might happen. She might love someone else. I might love someone else. Then this desire to potray her, as one who is ideal, so as to be poetic, is hopeless. I ...

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