January 2010

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Indefinite Wait.

I sit and watch as rain drops collect on my window,
Like tears collect on my cheek.
I want to scream, but I can’t even speak.
One look from you and I can’t breathe.
It’s as if you grabbed my heart and squeezed.
I hang on your every word.
Hoping you’ll confess your love…
But, that’s just absurd.
You’re always there,
In the back of my mind.
Will there ever come a time
Where you’ll realize
We could be great?
Or, will I forever be frozen
In this state
Of indefinite wait?

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RED

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The Circles of Addiction

 

 

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The Apex

Climbing, struggling I keep trudging on...
The journey before me seems ever so long
Trudging, panting I continue to tread...
My thought ringing so loud in my crowded head.....

The Mountain looms so large before me....
It's Apex...I still quite can't see....
Still....patiently I trudge on.....
Singing my "mantra' my personal song

One step, two steps here I go.....
Soon my steps start to flow...
The climb is hard...that I give you
Difficult, laborious and tedious too

But without the struggle..would I trully know.......
The sense of freedom, successes finest glow

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Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde.

I hate coming home to discover
That I have been left with a different mother.
Your face has changed.
It’s been rearranged.
You’re like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
One person by day, another by night.
The air smells stale…
Filled with the scent of that unforgiving ale.
We prepare ourselves for a fight we can’t win.
Just waiting for the moment
Where He’ll choose to let it all end.

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Inability to post Poems

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Created:sanjuthepoet at Wed, 01/27/2010 - 01:53
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I have come to the site after a long time and forgotten, where to update my new poems..Please be kind enuf to let me know this..

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After the dust settles

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Thnx :)

Thnx pnp team for wishing me on my  B`day.Tweety was looking cute,hehe....

 

sryy cant join u now, but i ll be ter soon

till den bbye tc.

 

 

Mr. Harry Haussen of the troubled city of Davenport




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