hidden poet Poems

A change in perspective
will change a sunshine filled hour
into a melting, hot, and unbearable eternity.
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The marks you left inside of me,
those cannot be seen.

These marks, though,
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Thneeds!
Everyone needs a thneed!

What is a thneed?
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'What's a soul? '
asked the child.

The teacher said
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Love is a picnic in the park, on a red checked cloth, eating from a bruised wicker basket.
Love is fishing in the summertime.
Love is the smell after rain.
Love is 70 degrees Fahrenheit, or maybe 103.
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I sit here late at night;
alone, afraid, and in the dark.

I wallow in my self despair
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Baby steps are tiny.
Each liitle gain is applauded.
And when you fall
someone is there
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The tears wont fall.
I wish they would
so they could cause a flood.
Like Alice did in wonderland.
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How are you today?
Is it strange that that's a hard question to answer?
Do i tell you that im fine?
Or great?
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'Lord, what fools these mortals be'
loving each other hopelessly.
We're mortally foolish you and I
but our love will never die.
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