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Random Poem:

No One Believes Me, But I Can't Say I Blame Them
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I find, truthfully
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if you stare at the ceiling for eight and a half hours a nightyou begin to fear it.
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Now I night pine for day time.
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I want which I lack: day dreams, sunrise & sunshine,
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I want to be missed, loved, and endless companionship.
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I just want, want, & want; more, more, & more.
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Though will I give? Have I? Do I ever?
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Maybe, maybe not. I couldn't tell you anymore.
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I couldn't even tell you about my dreams.
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I couldn't describe or paint it out for you
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if I dream of blonde, golden locks
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or of diamond, crystal clear, sapphire sky blue, hazel sea green,
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straight or straightened redheaded brunettes and bedroom eyes,
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at once shining and reflective of nighttime gothic black,
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refracting the fickle moonlight of punk rock fashion, or slow motion
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indie summer dances, like indian rain showering through my Autumn Melancholly,
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or even of naturally occuring, undyed prep student beauty with religious-republican parents.
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Like someone I could trust. But does Religion produce honesty,
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or just blinding ignoranceand binding, willful faith?
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And of Secular Atheism?
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Am I really alone in a massive universe void of logic, reason, and rational thought?
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And what of this model girl I maybe, may have long ago dreamt of?
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Or just dreamt UP?
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That was when I dreamt, when I slept...
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Because I don't.
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Some people, they say they have insomnia,
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at first I laugh, stumble, choke on my words, then gasp,
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"Have you yet lost track of sheep?
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Or have you tried dogs, cats, or frogs?
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Does your mind allow it, or do you just have the internet?
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Do you torrent?
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Do you Reddit?
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Do you like, status, update, ignore, app, request,
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and flag the inappropriate?
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Can you find my empty, ghosttown pages?
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Can you even see me up this close or am I blurred through the kaleidoscope of poetry?
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Because we are here for poetry, right?
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Well, I'm doing my best.
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As if that were ever good enough.
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This time I have eight and a half hours
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over & over & over
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to make some up. To memorize? Weeks, maybe months.
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To look down the barrel of federa guns and see YEARS is ultimately both humiliating and humbling.
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So to deliver? Mere minutes. Before I disappear again
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Because minutes?
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Minutes I took for granted
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like all other time, in here minutes are asleep.
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Nothing passes.
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No time, no privacy-
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I took privacy for granted
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and healthy arms
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and dreams
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unlocked doors
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tylenol PM
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barefoot showers
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peace & quiet
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a full stomach
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fresh air
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long walks
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loving, clasped fingers and their future plans
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Oh the smells
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the glorious scent of Autumn
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of ivory and dove soaps, blended down bare backs
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milky, silky coconut conditioner
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sleeping in and IN the dark
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soft lotioned skin on rough naked skin contact
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full lips
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the delicious spit of a lover
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sour tongue in cheeks, sharing, swapping rich fluid
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And breezy mountain trails
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colored, sun soaked, dying leaves
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fresh lemon basil
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pine and grass and soil
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gardens and backyards
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the boom, boom, BOOM of bassy looong canyon drives
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ripped and loving the curving, undeveloped roads
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afternoon mountain air through my morning hair
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Stained street lamps by night
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crooked sidewalks by day
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birds chirping
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singing love songs
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to cars passing
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the sound of friends laughing
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horns honking
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chasing a wild ball down the street through dirty gutters and tar patched black top
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Wind chimes
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open, CLEAR windows
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singing along
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MUSIC
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toking and maybe even ghosting too big of hits at the summit with your best
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seeing your best (because your best, it turns out, never really abandons you)
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presenting dischord
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speaking up
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speaking OUT
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voicing dissonance
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denying faith openly, unafraid
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escaping persecution
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shouting obsceneties to authoritive figures
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and giving the finger to your figurative leadership
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seeing change, up close, blurred through the kaleidoscope of constancy
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I took being alive and well for granted
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Now I get to drink a little too much water and breathe stale air alone and awake into and through all the hours of the night
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So here's a toast- to all those that roast on the inside with me-
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and to the (not so) innocent millions passing by-
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my plastic sippy cup is raised still-
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no one thinks of us
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but we're here
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waiting
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starving
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rotting
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