greg richardson

It feels so good
to hear you scream
Your lyrics
anesthetize me
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Motherhood is not
about being perfect
Its about putting others
before yourself
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I am done
with poetry
Unfortunately,
It is not
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Why'd it take my death
for you to understand
You thought I was crazy
in a sane land
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A poet
am I
We are not so common
as one might believe
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In a moment
the turmoil
can cease to be
if only you write
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I heal people
and transform
their lives.
My intervention
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Print them all
I don't care
and if they make a dime
give it to my children
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Too many tweets
not enough time.
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What do you expect
a lonely childhood
and a disease
conspire
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I am no Mark Twain
But then again
He was no Greg Richardson
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A day before
half way-
whether I'll really
live to eighty
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Hatred
so raw
no enemy dare
come my way.
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I wonder how you know me
much better
than I know myself
I've lived this meager life
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Here we are
face to face
and I will not
forget the place
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In her belly
shines the sun
a baby dipped in
golden light
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Collapsing mind
my truth revealed
I will die
but I'll live again soon.
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I'm a dime a dozen.
No one will read my poems
but my family and friends,
and then I will die,
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Who knew
it would end up
like this
a mass of poems
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Awakened from
a death defying sleep
What happens next
is a mystery to me.
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