C.R. Ebowski

Rookie (Living in my reality / Dying in the world)

C.R. Ebowski Poems

1. It's Hard... 11/7/2006
2. Scream In Silence 11/7/2006
3. Run 1/30/2007
4. Life This Way 1/30/2007
5. Lessons 2/2/2007
6. Unwanted Embrace 2/2/2007
7. Stupid Little Girl 2/4/2007
8. To My Buddy 2/4/2007
9. No More 2/4/2007
10. The Cemetery 2/7/2007
11. Devilish Grin 2/7/2007
12. What I Have 2/7/2007
13. Figure It Out 2/8/2007
14. The Secret Is Out 2/8/2007
15. Don'T Tell Me 2/10/2007
16. The Walk 2/10/2007
17. Truths 2/11/2007
18. Masquerade Ball 2/11/2007
19. The Soundtrack Of My Life 2/11/2007
20. Little Brother 2/11/2007
21. The Real Life 2/11/2007
22. Prayer 2/11/2007
23. These Poems 2/11/2007
24. Ready To Love 2/12/2007
25. The Last Night 2/19/2007
26. Walls 2/20/2007
27. Punishment 3/1/2007
28. The Righteous One 3/1/2007
29. Fighting Me 3/1/2007
30. Prosthetic Smile 3/1/2007
31. Into The Night 3/2/2007
32. What Is Wrong 3/3/2007
33. The Playwright 3/3/2007
34. Mirror 2/23/2007
35. Restless Nights 2/23/2007
36. You Didn'T See 2/25/2007
37. Outcast 2/25/2007
38. I Wish 2/26/2007
39. Never Home 2/27/2007
40. Why? 3/3/2007
Best Poem of C.R. Ebowski

What I Have Not Forgotten

Principles are yelled at the top of lungs
Spitting daggers of truth
Deflating the bubbles of lies
That shields the ignorant from reality
Integrity is a word lost in translation
Associated with others like accountability
It is now banished from the vocabulary
Webster has ripped that page from the seams
But there is still hope
The ink has bled onto the great American flag
Reminders of values that bind us together
Unfortunately there are those who believe
That the ink stained flag should be spot treated
Thrown into the wash cycle with high agitation
And ...

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Scream In Silence

Thoughts swirl through my crowded head,
Bouncing off the white padded walls,
Trapped in a self built prison of violence.

Whispers are heard through the yelling inside;
The most trivial of words through the confusion,
Until my last option is to scream in silence.

My enemies have procured through emotion

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