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daniel-skuret
daniel-skuret
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A man yells at a woman While a boy watches His language is ****** and simple, out of anger He doesn't have the words But he tries his best to apologize She doesn't care, or understand They're so different Takes off his shoes and suit While she finishes dinner Neither knowing the other's struggles A question of empathy A boy does not recognize the problem Still clinging to youth He sees his parents in one way They are his guides to the unfamiliar He's been learning all the while Though not realizing what happened He saw the actions and heard the words While the mirrors inside his head replicate A boy grows up now escaping youth He sees the world much like he did as a boy Yet he learned from the best The good and the bad, he got it all Nature and nurture, a simple debate? While the feelings inside scream Trying to be heard amongst the pain He wants to be different.
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
Far from the Tree
What happens when two people love each other? They love They fight They laugh They cry They dance They float They hurt They lie But what happened to talking to one another? We avoid We surprise We wait We abide We pretend We think We conceal We hide
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Communication
I worry where my ship will drop anchor,                            and where the journey will end. I worry if you'll set sail with me,                            or tear down my mast. I worry when the winds change direction,                            while I'm asleep below deck. I worry that my crew will call mutiny,                            for a captain's mistake. I worry where I'll throw my line,                            or if I'll even get a bite. I worry why I worry so much,                            and then I remember that I'm            in open water.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Open water.
I can't look away from the wrong that I see I can't look away from the evil in me. I can't look away from the beauty in nature I can't look away from you and I'm sure I can't look away from this small block of tech I can't look away from the marks on my neck. I can't look away from the addiction I hide I can't look away from the demon inside. I can't look away from the trouble you cause I can't look away from the blood on my paws.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Blind eye
She danced beside the fire While he watched her from his position The floor glowing like hot coals And resonating in their glistering eyes To make amends for her misfortune He showered he with many pleasures But the girl did not once hesitate For she desired a luxurious life As the embers turned to ash With the ghostly crescent set in sky The nightlife emerged from their rest And danced to the sight of the moon
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Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
She danced beside the fire
The white widow climbs towards the crisp summit Where the purple haze Seeps off from the Northern lights which Shine bright up above The many blue dreams Of unhappy people.
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Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
Weeping Willowed
A deep inhale is all it takes to feel the breath of that which bakes .
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Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
Deep Sleep
We all seem to think that No one cares But in reality there might be a whole team of supporters just waiting in our corner but we Can't seem to see it when our heads are clouded by the Smog of tomorrow and then we Lash out in disbelief thinking that someone cares is harder than it seems but once it happens bliss.
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
In your corner
Tightly gripping the back of my neck like some barbed vine ******* the life from my every thought and action Doubtful ideas pulsate through my head like the worries of a midlife crisis I should really be getting to bed
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
Anxiety
Three crayons laid out With no one in sight Last time it was different We had more at stake There was more to this house Something worth fighting for There was more to me Something worth living for The day we came home From the hospital cold Inviting in our new guests To share what we had
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
Three Crayons