The music of Billie Holiday often sings the sentiments of my heart.
She successfully captures my highs and my lows. And it is to her that I carry
the spirit of romance that I so often attempt to renounce, like a dog chasing its tail, it always comes back to this game.
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aS MUch as i attempt to disguise the reality
I am a hopeless romantic hiding under the disguise of
a disconnected fool. It is this spirit that I disguise
that inspires my endless rants aka poetry to some.
It always comes back to this,
Where I give up on the hopes
of love knocking on my front door
It seems as if only the lucky
are worthy, and not those
graced with it's namesake.
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May.28th 2009
THE BEAUTY OF NONE
AND THE POWER OF ONE
MAKES ME APPRECIATE
OUR PAST SHARED STATE,
AS THE MEMORIES LINGER IN THE
AIR LIKE A STALE FLATUS.
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APRIL 20TH
one day at school as I waiting for my friend, I couldnt help but ease drop on these three mean girls as they talked shit about their roomate/best friend forever. Their fair weathered ways inspired this poem. They reminded me of the girls who made growing up a pain in the arse.
Their words fly out like daggers
stabbing thoses they deemed to be their
friends inadmissible
proving that friendship is only existent
in regards of proximity and convenience.
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