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he was the poem eater
it wasnt that he found distastful
apples, cheese and bread
he occasionally swallowed those
...

i tried to be me,
but how can i
in a world who doesn't accept
the unique and inspired.
...

glimmer of silver
floats up the aisle
finally comes to rest
silent, not sleepy,
...

5.

your not afraid of the dark
your afraid of whats in it.
your not afraid of hights
your afraid of falling.
...

As she looks up in the night sky
the stars seem closer that they appear
they look as thought an artist,
has put little white polka dots on a black canvas,
...

If the heart is always searching,
will we ever find a home?
ive been looking for that someone,
ill never make it on my own.
...

Have a seat upon a cloud,
and make yourself at home,
you are now inside my dreams, inside a book, inside a poem.
where anything can happen, if you only make it real,
...

A little girl with a happy life,
crawled into bed one night.
as her mother walks into the room she climbs out.
when her mother askes what is she doing,
...

10.

I look, therefore,
i am,
what i am,
no one is or knows,
...

If these walls could talk,
you'd know my body is dead,
my mind has been taken over,
that's why I am so scared,
...

This life isn't easy, its hard.
Nothing really goes to plan does it? some things will happen and it might just be out of your control.
Life is nothing like a movie, although even i wish it was just so that life could be a bit easy and we wouldn't
have to deal with some unwelcoming things.
...

'I hear you...'
Save me...
'Where are you? '
Look in the mirror...
...

Working under a cloud of sadness
Cleaning a mother's home
After their death.
All the familiar objects
...

Steps in, no footsteps
darkness presses in.
When eyes adjust to
the shadows, there is,
...

your sad and brokenhearted, you feel youve been betrayed,
and you seek to find the reason, in mistakes that you have made.
your world is toppling over and you watch the pieces fly,
and your helpless to prevent it, no matter how you try.
...

17.

I gasp and watch
Horrified
As I hammer the final nail into the coffin.
We sit. Apart.
...

I couldn't sleep
I couldn't eat
I couldn't face it on the street
Since I lost hope
...

Smoke from another roof
Another family flees
The news shows them on the road
The weakest of them had died
...

In this world full of hurt and pain,
I need someone who would help me through the rain.
To comfort me when Im sad,
Doing everything just to make me glad.
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The Poem Eater

he was the poem eater
it wasnt that he found distastful
apples, cheese and bread
he occasionally swallowed those
in slices and pieces
poems satisfyed his hundered mile diet
A rambling buffet was a short skip to
The library
No moldy or rotting cores
Poems are easy to pick up, word by word,
And pop into his mouth,
Like rounding off an orange
Against it's grain
Poems make sense of his world
He did harvest, reap, or sew
Those lines were as random as a
Blue checkered table cloth
Rounding ones mind to the
Curve of a question

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