Kathlene Ann

When I hug this teddy bear
It almost feels like you still care.
We haven't talked in o-so long.
When e're I need you, you are gone.
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He wants to talk to me.
To me? Apparently. Yes.
I hesitate as my mind begins to race.
Shallow though pushed into the back of my mind emerges,
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If I can discern no point in living,
Why am I afraid of death?
Why do I fear pain and sorrow
And seek acceptance?
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Have you ever seen the city by night?
Seen civilization at it’s height?
Been overwhelmed by many a headlight?
And wondered what it would be like…
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The feeling is common but temporary.
Or is it? Is life what it seems?
People yawn and laze and complain.
People say they've nothing to do.
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So weak.
I don't understand.
My mind is clear,
I know where I stand.
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The written word is my chosen form of expression.
Then why, with it, can't I let go of emotion?
I am overwhelmed by feelings, so confused.
My heart and mind are in discord. My soul feels abused.
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In human nature the seven deadly sins are always present, though they often hide.
Sloth, Gluttony, Lust, Envy, Greed, Wrath and Pride.
Passion was sown into human nature at birth
So the race would continue to populate this earth.
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I had a dream that told of love,
But love I do not think it was.
Maybe curiosity.
That's what my dream may truly be.
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My hope,
Boundless as an ebony mare running through fields of love,
Rises high as the stars above,
and far beyond.
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People have poisoned this world.
Every single one is selfish
And impossible to satisfy.
All care about nothing but themselves
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Salty tears would taste so sweet.
All I want to do is weep,
But I don't cry.
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You hurt me more than you could know.
You broke my heart. You tore my soul.
But let us start anew our relationship of old.
Though my elder, you depend on me to mold
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Frick you, man.
I don't miss you at all.
Why'd I ever through that ball
And start its rolling, rolling
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This feeling you and I call 'love'
is not that which I thought it was.
A clever comment from a friend
Now has me questioning all earth's (wo) men.
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A reluctant tear streams from my eye
As you dissapear again from my side.

I love you.
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What is a balloon but a useless piece of rubber after it's let out everything-all its air?
Red rubber wilts, shriveled and empty, once more a simple slave to gravity's law.
It shivers in the wind,
Remembering how that master once ruled its world, moving it this way and that;
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Strange how endings come and go.
Then come again just one last time.
Before 'goodbye' I did not know
We need a reason for each rhyme.
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Stark desert filled with sand,
Not hollow nor pregnant but flat,
You lie in the sun hotly and most alone.
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And do they hear him crying?
Crying?
Streams flow from high to low,
Down, down cheeks and mountain-like peaked lips.
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