cheynne dries Poems

he was the poem eater
it wasnt that he found distastful
apples, cheese and bread
he occasionally swallowed those
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i tried to be me,
but how can i
in a world who doesn't accept
the unique and inspired.
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glimmer of silver
floats up the aisle
finally comes to rest
silent, not sleepy,
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your not afraid of the dark
your afraid of whats in it.
your not afraid of hights
your afraid of falling.
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As she looks up in the night sky
the stars seem closer that they appear
they look as thought an artist,
has put little white polka dots on a black canvas,
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If the heart is always searching,
will we ever find a home?
ive been looking for that someone,
ill never make it on my own.
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Have a seat upon a cloud,
and make yourself at home,
you are now inside my dreams, inside a book, inside a poem.
where anything can happen, if you only make it real,
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A little girl with a happy life,
crawled into bed one night.
as her mother walks into the room she climbs out.
when her mother askes what is she doing,
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I look, therefore,
i am,
what i am,
no one is or knows,
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