Bragg Adocio Poems

You know, I can't help but wonder sometimes...... how often, am I thought of?

Everyday?
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Clear

Life is like the sky in a sense. The only two constants being change..... And change. Cloudy days, stormy nights, blizzards, hurricane season. Take your pick.... These are mine. Clear skies only mean you've reached the eye of a storm, a glimmer of hope as it takes a breather and goes back in for another attack. 
Falling stars, blitzkrieg. The sky will be clear tonight, no more stars, I have them all right here in my hands. But then the sun will come out, tomorrow. My prediction; heat wave. You just can't win can you? Perfect weather? California? Oh yea, sure, the skies are clear but the ground has terets.
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Where sea meets sky

Why is it that the rain makes people want to cry? If I were the rain, could I connect two hearts, the way rain connects the earth and sky? Sometimes, I wish I were the rain, then, I could touch people and feel their feelings..... Connect with their hearts. Maybe then, just maybe, I could understand their pain, and find out why they cry.
I wish I had GOD's eyes. That way, I could see into your heart and know what you're really feeling. I wouldn't have to guess, wouldn't have to wonder, and I could touch your pain, maybe heal it. Give courage to your fear, make a connection for both our sakes.... GOD knows we need it.
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Bird Watching

Can't sleep, not a wink, gotta think. Think if us think of you think of this.
So I can't sleep. No, not a wink. Might miss the early bird. Can't dream, can't coast, don't need it, just need to think. Think of me, me and you, us and this..... This kiss.
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For just another moment
Last turn before goodnight
I thought I'd stretch it out a bit and parked there at the light
A line behind me honking, single fingers on there hands
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Another voice in the crowd. Just another whisper lost in a tower of babble, useless jibber-jabber blocking out the sun. Its blocking my vocal Cords and i have a sore throat. I think im losing my voice. I think im losing my mind. I think im losing sight of my mic and the will to speak. I think im losing a piece of myself, one with no say as to his fate. 
I think im losing my voice. I may be losing my train of thought. I may end up repeating myself because I want a certain event to repeat itself.
I may stop from time to time. I may take a moment of silence for a daydream that never came true. I just might lose you. I just might call ahead and give you a running start. I might try to yell for you to slow down. I may fail. I just might discover how fast you really are and wonder why my throat suddenly freezes up in awe.
I might lose my train of thought. I might try to recollect an old story I used to tell myself and end up forgetting what really happened. I just might forget you..... I may be speaking to a mirror. I may forget myself and remember why I called you in the first place. I may remember that I wouldn't be able to tell you anyways. I might not ever forget you. I might not be able to tell you that, in spite of losing myself, I'm still glad I found you.
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Bittersweet (but mostly bitter)

Is it bad if I say I hate my life? What am I supposed to think when everything I think of as a plus in my life right now is only temporary? People who are leaving, have left before, or probably will leave me in the end. Live together die alone, right?
Is it bad to say that, at times, I really wish I wasn't alive? Is it bad to say that I drive close to the divider and imagine swerving into oncoming traffic, or realizing my brakes don't work after coming onto the feeder road into a red light...... Is that bad?
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Cold

I woke up this morning wrapped snugly in two blankets with the heater blaring. 
'why do I feel so cold? '
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