Coen Carter Poems

I thought I had no passion, I thought it was a lie.
But then I found compassion and softly start to cry.
It wasn't for myself I was crying for another.
I was crying for a little girl who had just lost her mother.
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Manipulation was created by the weak so
they one day will feel strong.
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They speak to me in whispers so no one else
can hear
Show themselves in mirrors but the pictures not to clear
They guide me through my troubled life stringing me along
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Alcohol is the perfect substitute for those who
don’t want to feel any real emotion
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Just because I show no remorse
does not mean I am without a heart
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Somewhere there is someone who is dreaming of your smile and
knows in your presence that life is all worthwhile.
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To make fun of ones lack of knowledge is to leave
himself open to speculation of his own
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There has to be an easy way to walk through
this life? It just so happens that I don’t know
of one.
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I have long been fascinated with the things that spring from the fountain of
life.
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I’ve woke upon the sheets of shame
Cried my tears in pouring rain
What’s to become of this broken city
Nameless, shameless and full of pity
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