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 Apr 2014 AD Sifford
Noah A Baker
We just sat there.

Talking.

Not much about anything, or anybody,

Just stupid things

Such as coffee shops and Energizer bunnies.

Small talk that I never forgot.

My fear is that you did
hm.
 Apr 2014 AD Sifford
Noah A Baker
And I didn't mean to
get dust on your lovely glowing shoes
But Miss, may I ask you to a dance? Just me and you?
May I grab you by the waist
and take you straight to the place of,
puppy love and anniversary dates?
Dance with me until your dress and my shoes are the last things moving in this starlit ballroom,
May I bring you roses, tulips, and lilies for you while you wait in your bedroom?
Please, yes, it's getting late, I happen to love to procrastinate
But give me 5 minutes, please baby, all that it takes
All I'm asking for is one dance
To end my night, you in my hands.
Dancing into the everlasting trance of Wonderland.
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 Apr 2014 AD Sifford
ZL
Deep
 Apr 2014 AD Sifford
ZL
I AM NOT DEEP.

I just think alot
I'm not weak
I just feel alot
I'm not probing
I just see alot

they whisper
oohh "she so deep"
I ain't loud
I just make words
echo when I speak

I am not
deep,
simply because
I utilize
my mind
to think!

Nothing more
far from less
than just another
intellectual
poetry freak
Wake.
Shower.
Eat.
In the car.
Find a seat.
On the train.
At work.
Make a sale.
Tuck in your shirt.
Eat.
Drink.
Laugh.
Stop - No time for games.
Make a sale.
Again.
And again.
Belittled.
Not recognised.
Meet your targets.
Don't get fired.
Work after work - No pay.
At the station.
Back on the train.
Find a seat .
None found - Must stand.
What's that smell.
Feeling cramped.
At your Destination.
Back in the car.
Meet every red light.
Home feels so far.
Finely there.
Eat. Shower. Sleep.
**Life is not fair.
Pen and paper in each hand
Off we set to expand
Entry to a magic place
Through our hearts we embrace
Rendered deep from our soul
Y**earn for stories to be told
My first Acrostic Poem hope you guys like it :)
Why am I here?
What is there to complete?
Is there some kind of mission?
Must I compete?

What is my life meant to compromise of?
This can't be it.
Born empty handed.
Naked - No start-up kit.

Find yourself they say.
Where do I begin?
A life full of tempters,
Though no tolerance for sin.

"Come one, Come all!" they shout,
Promising excitement.
A step into a shade of grey,
An unknown world of enticement.

A life full of tempters,
Though no room for sin.
Find yourself they say.
**Where do I begin?
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