Alanna Flynn Poems

A time to let my mind take control.
No boundaries or limits,
No end to the road before me.
Happiness at my fingertips,
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I spend my days riding around
My long board remains my vehicle.
I am a young man, just trying to live.
My music is my voice,
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A Monday morning has never felt soo good..
At one point in time,
Just a boy sitting and working.
That big smile dragging me closer.
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I dream often.
All wildly and different ideas.
All senses, feeling real.
Where reality and fantasy meet.
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Even as I hold you
I don’t feel close enough.
I think of you as someone gone when
I’m without your touch.
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Summer nights consume me.
My head is full of smoke
And my blue eyes are glazed with a red hue.
Just yesterday I was in your arms.
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On a late night
Early morning
ADVENTURE
with no destination.
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It’s been a few short weeks since I saw him last.
And a few longer since he held me.
His last words were simply “It’s me, not you.”
But days before “Without you, what would I do? ”
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Look at them:
Pretty plastic, sugar coated,
Just fantastic,
BIMBOS.
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