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They Don’t See Me.

They Don’t See Me.

A haiku for you!

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All the Cool Kids are Writing Sonnets.

All the Cool Kids are Writing Sonnets.

I never really intended to get myself roped into a sonnet poetry slam, but it happened.

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Into the Woods.

Into the Woods.

Needles crunched below while you remained silent As I brought you into the woods, the pine trees scented the air and then I heard you breathe deep.   When you finally start, your bitterness runs so deep, I let you carry on. I keep silent Standing before you in the shade of this majestic pine.   I am slain among the pine; Your sharp words cutting deep. You speak your piece and fall silent.   I am silent when I leave you with the pine; this time your wound is deep.  ...