These are some of my poems, that I thought deserve to be posted...
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Sunday, August 21, 2011
Buzzed on beer.
Buttons black leather jacket.
Shedding all inhibitions.
Steadily to alcohol.
Suddenly thrown into air.
Barely alive at nineteen.
when language like bubbling streams flow
when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands
when you feel the essence of the poet from within
when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm
when images reel as you read
when pen and paper create a symphony
then, it is poetry
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