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Off The Ledge
Words are nice every now and again…
A smile that you can voice with a pen.
Your hugs can mean even more,
Presenting your heart as an open door.
Emptiness I cannot endure,
A notion from your feeling could easily cure.
Don't just sit there, take a stand,
Such a small a gesture like holding me hand.
Just a little bit of affection, but alas…
This poem reveals that I am falling far too fast.
Words are nice every now and again…
A smile that you can voice with a pen.
Your hugs can mean even more,
Presenting your heart as an open door.
Emptiness I cannot endure,
A notion from your feeling could easily cure.
Don't just sit there, take a stand,
Such a small a gesture like holding me hand.
Just a little bit of affection, but alas…
This poem reveals that I am falling far too fast.
-Wroxy Work
2012
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Walking On
Standing - Alone - on a beachfront: the one constant pitch of the rugged ocean breeze crackles through my hair and my sodden layers. With my hands wedged firmly in my pockets I watch as a grey sky slides overhead and listen intently to the deep blue sea just in case it has any secrets to share with me.
No sleep or work to be had - only observing.
Occasionally I think to hear somebody calling my name from behind: I turn to find only quiet dunes, so I return my eyes to the sea again.
It is only when I hear footsteps that my attention is divided.
A girl; all I can see walking. I cannot tell her height, the colour of her eyes, her hair, her s
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Life Spent Running
Running a race
Cant see the end
Persued by torment
My immortal friend
Been running so long
Destination unknown
Just away from the voices
On wind gently blown
Exhausted and hurting
I just want to rest
After giving my all
And trying my best
Wanting only to stop
Yet afraid to do so
For if i should quit
Then they would all know
Im not as strong
As i try to be
Pain takes it\'s toll
Yes even on me
Life brings only misery
But refusing to live
Is not the way out
I have more to give
This race wont be won
By power or cunning
All that i know is
I have to keep running
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Digging
Miriam always looked worse in hotel mirrors. There was something about the lighting in these places. Maybe it was the drying effect of the unfamiliar water or the biological washing powder on the sheets and towels. Maybe it was the aging effect of a full English breakfast every morning, clogging her arteries and colon, writ large across her pores.
Whatever the cause, a pallid, dry, wrinkle-faced hag with frizzy greying hair watched Miriam brush her teeth.
It was 6am according to her elderly Nokia. The wall clock in her room wasn’t working. She wasn’t sure what year it had stopped at roughly quarter past three, but the hands
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Just another piece I wrote up in science class...writing essays are so boring 
This is one of my poems that I am proud of because I stuck to the topic! 
haha, tell me what you think!
And please do not copy my work without giving me credit, or asking my permission!
This is one of my poems that I am proud of because I stuck to the topic! haha, tell me what you think!And please do not copy my work without giving me credit, or asking my permission!
© 2012 - 2024 dancingpickles22
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I'm not sure what it is about it that i like but i do know that there isn't anything that i dislike.
but i think it is the fact that each part of it could stand alone or rather each part has an unwritten poem all to themselves but at the same time they form a poem that doesn't fit in some box. that must be it. your little poem went beyond any other poem i have ever written because whereas every other poem is bound by an idea even if it has a thousand ideas it still only has that thousand where your poem is more like seed that can grow in any direction it wants. honestly i don't know why i didn't notice it at first but it truly is an amazing thing.
P.s. im glad i decided to read a bunch of poems submitted to looselacespoetry if only just so that i could have seen this.
but i think it is the fact that each part of it could stand alone or rather each part has an unwritten poem all to themselves but at the same time they form a poem that doesn't fit in some box. that must be it. your little poem went beyond any other poem i have ever written because whereas every other poem is bound by an idea even if it has a thousand ideas it still only has that thousand where your poem is more like seed that can grow in any direction it wants. honestly i don't know why i didn't notice it at first but it truly is an amazing thing.
P.s. im glad i decided to read a bunch of poems submitted to looselacespoetry if only just so that i could have seen this.