Ibn Ali Poems

If you live then love with resentment
This is wisdom
How many drunkards drank
Only to vomit every pleasant gulp that bought them comfort
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And every man who ever loved, loved her
Her frame was slight
Enough to stumble at a strong wind
Her words measured with sympathy
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I am my misgivings
My fortune's envy
I feel I'm less for living more
My peaks are all remembered
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I'll never write a love poem again
He said
So sheepish he disbelieved himself
He thought about an angry sun
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Why am I so filled with rage
Seering pain
Heaving like a Cannon aimed
Bloodshot eyes
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I'm only joking
Yes
See the truth cocooned in jest
So it emerges in flight a butterfly
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It's been a while since I last loved
In truth, in life, in love
I've loved just once
I have secrets buried in Clayhill
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There's no worse feeling than fleeting faith
When your belief is strong but the actions don't correspond Or correlate
Hypocrisy
There's a tightness in my chest
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Today I sat alone by myself, with my friends
Excuse the contradiction but the lonely would know what I meant
I'm a crowd by myself
I laugh at my own expense
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Friendships like shabby knees on worn denim jeans
People we swore we'd die for, estranged,
We no longer speak
The knot frays
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