Ronel O'Reilly Poems

I prefer the gentle souls
people in the right state of mind.
Short fuses and anger tantrums
cause me anxiety - their sole
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I keep expecting to belong.
And it's not that I definitely don't belong, but
neither do I convincingly belong.
If I briefly glance in the mirror
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She creates beats
tricks and effects on EQ
understanding and perceiving sound
capturing the essence in a pair of speakers
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The ebb and flow
of my life
are controlled by my moods
and they seesaw between
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I have a little black book
words of wisdom
gathered over the years
notes, eye-openers
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I don't want to talk to the Jesus people I don't want to hear that
this hellhole plays a small part in my salvation.

I don't want to hear
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I have been moved
to a new spot...
a new spot on the block
I call it Penthouse no 5
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I live my life in a host of stories
connected to other people's
stories in various ways
I understand and identify things
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I have a friend
my oasis...
she has the ability
to connect to my soul
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You might think you have
absolute power over me...
by slamming the gate in my face,
you only confine me
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