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A glass of water sat on a book of poems,
Hiding the moon,
Pointing out the angels,
Jutting out of the window.
...

No, brother, we shouldn’t go there.
Let’s turn and go another way.
‘Cause you know the dead grass grows where
You are on your last day.
...

The rose
Is the symbol
Of love,
But that doesn't
...

That was it,
That was my chance,
The one I prayed for.
It did come,
...

I stand at a pass, the top of a hill,
With a path like a trident.
Three castles in my view,
The first, a castle of old, a divine terror,
...

I hate my life.
I want it to stop.
I want it to end.
I want to move on,
...

When I am standing still,
I can see that pathway
And the three running from me.
I feel triply betrayed.
...

Here I am, in the dark,
Lights flashing all around me.
I can feel the coldness in the air,
I can feel a prickling on my feet.
...

While you weren’t looking,
I was.
I was looking at you.
I was smiling at your smile.
...

If you are weary-
If you are weak-
Sleep, sleep, sleep, my darling child, sleep.
...

The very first time I saw you
I knew you were the one
Who was next to steal
The throne of my heart.
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I look at you,
And what is this feeling inside of me?
I am unsure,
This thing I am feeling, what could it be?
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I built a tower.
You cannot build a tower
Without someone wanting to tear it down.
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Blue is my best friend.
Lonely is my reflection.
Depression is my conscience.
heartache is my shadow.
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Yes, I remember the day we met.
There was no room for you n my mind,
Let alone my heart.
I just let you walk away, I let you go.
...

I had thought I had finally got it right,
When I looked on your face and saw your light,
But I found that I had not, with all of my might,
And I left, never to see you again, running swift to the night.
...

We said goodbye again.
We both walked away.
You took a piece
Of me with you.
...

For weeks you are out of my sight,
I cry each and every last night.
To this rope I'm trying to hold tight,
But I'm slipping and nothing is right.
...

I try to find words
To describe how I feel,
But it all comes out in a mess.
I feel such pain,
...

Those very simple words
'I love you'
Are not as simple as
'I miss you'
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Stephen Carey Biography

I'm fifteen years old, and I love in Ohio, U.S. I've been writing poems since February 2007 and have written over 100 poems.)

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A Glass Of Water

A glass of water sat on a book of poems,
Hiding the moon,
Pointing out the angels,
Jutting out of the window.
An ominous feeling fills the air.
The moon being covered darkens the room.

The glass is removed from atop the book.
No ring of liquid is left on the book,
But the book is now very cold.
In the light of the new moon,
The golden letters, spelling the name of the long dead poet, gleam.
His ghost leaves the book and enters me.

I am cursed.
The light is burnt.
The door is broken.
I cannot stop writing.
I hide the moon again.
A glass of water sits on a book of poems.

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