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 Nov 2015 Sin
chris
name
 Nov 2015 Sin
chris
i never really liked
my name
much
until i found out
what it tasted like
when you sigh it
into my
mouth
 Nov 2015 Sin
The Girl
You don't see the world
The way I do
You see stars
I see constellations.
Love
 Nov 2015 Sin
Chris
Time Disappears
 Nov 2015 Sin
Chris
~

Time disappears,
the hours, the days
Lost in the shadows,
a sundial haze

Seizing the moments
our memories trace
Drawing the curtain,
these thoughts to erase

Still I ignore
every clock on the wall
Each ticking second,
the minutes that fall

For all I see
is the beautiful view
Of every new day
I am starting with you

~
 Nov 2015 Sin
Michael Loggins
Feeling sluggish as I go
Not enough energy for the day, you know?
Winter months pass by so slow
Lack of sunshine takes its toll
If I want to survive, I must take control

On doctors orders, I pack my bag and head to the beach
Hours later the cure for my mood is within reach
Where I will sink my feet in the sand
And fill my lungs with warm salt air, you understand?

The sun begins to bake my skin
Happiness rises within
What better drug to boost my energy
Than a healthy dose of vitamin SEA.
 Nov 2015 Sin
ryn
Tragic
 Nov 2015 Sin
ryn
.
*•••••••
•here lies
the  rema-
ins• that once
beat with  superb lustre•
caring not for worldly gains•on-
ly undying  hopes  of pairing  with
another• but fate had tipped  the scales, not in his favour
•when  it  sent an  oncoming  car to share  the  same lane•
driver was behind the wheel but alcohol had  taken over•
causing the car to swerve recklessly
in the rain• the last  few moments
was punctuated with a deaf-
ening sound•his
day began
not know-
ing  death
was  writ-
ten   from
the  start•
so here li-
es *he
, whose
heart had thus
been crowned •
his love is immortalised with this tombstone as his heart•
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Concrete Poem 9 of 30

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 Nov 2015 Sin
Bill murray
I make a living, by farming and grit.
I make a living on crud and spit
Spit into the hands
Dirt on the shoe
A farmers hand playing the farmer blues.
 Nov 2015 Sin
Chalsey Wilder
Truth is
We're all inexperienced
I may never experience one thing like another
But I still understand your human feelings, my fellow brother.
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