Luce Darwin Poems

Staring out the window (makes life worth living)
I am a dreamer; on my own
A tree explodes in color
and shimmers like thousands of lights;
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And I was suddenly aware of reality;
Of the spatial of objects
and my finite being
and the ever speeding clock's movements;
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You are who I think about
When I stare out my bedroom window
Drinking my morning coffee
You are who I think about
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He is like the sun.
At his most radiant,
he burns my skin
and leaves freckles;
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I am not fazed by your fawning
or your doe eyes
though I admire your tactics
implying things
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It seems to be that
everything you don't believe
is my reality.
There is something about this;
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I find comfort
Only in this small dark room
When I'm alone
I don't feel the need
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It's a time bomb
Looking at the wood beams
On my celing
And I explode
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Easter Sunday,
all is silent
except for this house
this ungodly house!
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I was feeling a bit low,
superficial and egotistic,
I guess a slight bit idiotic,
so I drove, only drove,
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