Steven - Hello Poetry

i am a poem too broken to rhyme crazy and alliterative a repetitive rendition i am a metaphorical mess a sorrowful soul bleeding brilliant words a free verse free falling tumbling scattering pieces of me this is who i am and how i roll on a blank canvas... ~Steven

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Jun 20, 2020

Jun 20, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC

Steven

i am

i am a poem too broken to rhyme crazy and alliterative a repetitive rendition i am a metaphorical mess a sorrowful soul bleeding brilliant words a free verse free falling tumbling scattering pieces of me this is who i am and how i roll on a blank canvas... ~Steven

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So disappointing what my windows to the weary world see i blink and i blink some more trying to clear the melancholy mist holding back an ocean of tears i try not casting stones the only stone i should be throwing is the callous heart barely beating in my ice chest i need to throw it back in the pool of humanity watch the ripples reach shallow shores where integrity drowns in high tides of unsound rest may these undulating motions stirring small waves of love penetrate walls of indifference overcome all barriers brothers and sisters all gathering arm in arm arriving at our destination full of hope... ~Steven

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Jun 19, 2020

Jun 19, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC

Steven

Throwing Stones

So disappointing what my windows to the weary world see i blink and i blink some more trying to clear the melancholy mist holding back an ocean of tears i try not casting stones the only stone i should be throwing is the callous heart barely beating in my ice chest i need to throw it back in the pool of humanity watch the ripples reach shallow shores where integrity drowns in high tides of unsound rest may these undulating motions stirring small waves of love penetrate walls of indifference overcome all barriers brothers and sisters all gathering arm in arm arriving at our destination full of hope... ~Steven

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As the steam rises my hot cup of Joe chills broken thoughts turn to you i often wonder what shuts a person down is there pain so deep it numbs us i suppose it works both ways i have said too much never meant it said too little and meant somewhere in between love and friendship became lost today we say nothing stoic smiles spill down my chiseled cheek... ~Steven

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Jun 19, 2020

Jun 19, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC

Steven

Stoic Smiles

As the steam rises my hot cup of Joe chills broken thoughts turn to you i often wonder what shuts a person down is there pain so deep it numbs us i suppose it works both ways i have said too much never meant it said too little and meant somewhere in between love and friendship became lost today we say nothing stoic smiles spill down my chiseled cheek... ~Steven

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