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Fame
When I was little I wanted to be an actor fighting on the big screen Not sure what my next big movie would be Then I wanted to be an animater Drawing cute cartoons for a living Looking for my little name in the credits Then I wanted to be…
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Refreshed
I’m back from my month long break refreshed and inspired. Along with some new changes! For one i will now be posting twice a week. Wednesdays and Saturdays a new original poem will be posted at 10 am. I realized that posting every day just isn’t realistic for me and…
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Poetry is my enemy
That’s why I love poetry Because i get to write a million little stories with a million different endings I get to share everything and nothing The stanzas just keep coming Something you can swallow in one sitting Sometimes a sentence can move you more then a whole novel in…
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Thank You
Hello everyone, I just wanted to thank you to those who stuck along for my 45 day streak of posting poems. It wasn’t easy to say the least. I will be taking a short break to work on my poetry guided journal along with other exciting things. And when I…
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Rhythm
You were a child of music Your parents fell in love over a guitar Your mom sang the love songs And your dad strummed out the bars Many years later I would sing you to sleep Your instrumental cooing is my favorite melody M.A.P ©️
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Smiles
The smiles I remember the most are the ones from strangers McDonald’s counters Holding the door open The lips of boys smirks I’ve never kissed but wished I had Planting their grin on my face Making my worries melt away The delight of my sons laugh His open mouth sloppy…
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Weaving
Truama is tangled in my throatI swallow but nothing happensI wake up sick the 5th week in a rowMy body has given up on meOr maybe the stress is weaving its forever home M.A.P ©️
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Aida
What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance? My name is Aida I know it looks a little wrong Its from my middle eastern side of the family From Lebanon It’s prominate sounding Like my nose I used to hate my nose But I’ve always liked my…
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Warm Afternoon
You make sense to meThe voices go away when you look at meSo look at meThe darkness separates from meIt Doesn’t like youIts scared of youAnd maybe I am a little tooLike oil and waterIt tries to pull me away from youBut you are the sun on a warm afternoonAnd…
The Essence Of Who I Am 