Hi, my name is Austin Glover, I began writing poetry when I was prompted to in the 8th Grade for a project. Ever since my writing has evolved into an escape from my reality; my poems and I live in a surreal state of perfection. On poem hunter is where some of my work is published, though my every thought of ink is located on my blog: http: //theamateurwriter.tumblr.com/
For all the poets out there: never stop writing, you're inspiring.
Dark waters won’t subdue her reflection,
Smudged mirrors cannot deny her image,
Blind views, she shines through with perfection,
As heart and figure need not to scrimmage.
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Beauty defines itself like such great art,
All eyes drawn to its composure and grace,
A sculpture or painting so pure of heart,
Almost eases the time I long for your face.
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Changed, is meaning of these letters I speak,
As you and I spend less moments apart.
Though, closer we come with each passing week,
A spirit so full, now filling my heart.
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Would you step of the
Back of my shoe, if I told you,
I’d stay forever?
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My grip is weak,
I am forever sliding,
Into this hole of meek,
My thoughts are gliding,
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