C.R. Ebowski

Rookie (Living in my reality / Dying in the world)

C.R. Ebowski Poems

41. Evolution 3/21/2007
42. The Storm 3/28/2007
43. Hand Me Down 4/9/2007
44. Saved 4/10/2007
45. Goodbye 4/15/2007
46. Revelations 4/22/2007
47. And Time Marches On 4/24/2007
48. Spoiled Expectations 4/24/2007
49. My Final Words 4/24/2007
50. Can You See Me 4/24/2007
51. Snapshot Memories 4/24/2007
52. Don'T Tell Me 2/10/2007
53. The Walk 2/10/2007
54. Truths 2/11/2007
55. Masquerade Ball 2/11/2007
56. The Soundtrack Of My Life 2/11/2007
57. Little Brother 2/11/2007
58. The Real Life 2/11/2007
59. Prayer 2/11/2007
60. These Poems 2/11/2007
61. Ready To Love 2/12/2007
62. The Last Night 2/19/2007
63. Walls 2/20/2007
64. Another Night 4/25/2007
65. For A Friend 4/25/2007
66. Fantasizing 4/25/2007
67. Life In A Small Town 4/27/2007
68. The Battle Of Conformity 5/8/2007
69. Drunken Eyes 5/13/2007
70. 100 Year Flood 5/14/2007
71. Living A Lie 5/14/2007
72. Waiting For Him 5/14/2007
73. You And Me 5/14/2007
74. That's Death 5/14/2007
75. The Circus Act 5/14/2007
76. Her Last Night 7/21/2007
77. Smudges 7/30/2007
78. Misstep 8/29/2007
79. Downfall 8/29/2007
80. Letting Go 8/30/2007

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Paid In Full

There are wars that are to be won
And there are wars to be lost
There are lives to be saved
And there are lives to be lost
But mine will come at a higher cost

There are victories that are deserved
And even in those wins, something is lost
There are deaths that are deemed necessary
Despite that, their honor is never lost
But mine will come at a higher cost

There are people that do not agree
And believe that the world is lost
There are others that say it’s saved
Only if the doubt and negativity are lost
But mine will come at a higher ...

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Nothing More To Say

I stare at this computer waiting for the perfect,
Inspirational words to flow across the screen,
But my mind becomes clouded with the darkness
That has consumed my decrepit excuse for a human being.

Venture on the wild side and dare to take a walk in my dreams
And you too can stumble around the claustrophobic closet,
Sorting through the familiar ghosts of past and present.
Leaving is easy; just leave your soul for a small deposit.

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