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Woman
an anthropomorphic angel
with infinite passion
who can hardly be discerned,
you have yet to learn
to find out what her heart really yearns
Woman
an emblem of abnegation
who can hardly be discerned,
you have yet to learn
to discern her concern
Woman**
an anthropomorphic angel
with womanly intuition,
Who can hardly be discerned
whether she is ethereal or earthy?
 Mar 2016 Amilia TRipp
Maura
If God is all love.
why is being gay harmful?
a sin is not love.
 Mar 2016 Amilia TRipp
James Alai
Stay up late with me
and we can watch infomercials
about vacuum cleaners and miracle cures
and holy water.
And maybe if we are lucky we can
catch reruns of I Love Lucy and Happy Days
because those seem like better times.
Or just talk to me.
even if it is just nonesense.
I want to hear you talk
until I fall asleep.
Tomorrow we can go to the park and sit on a bench
in front of the lake and feed the ducks with
stale bread.
I like the picturesque and the late day sun
and the small things
because they aren't so small after all.
Not when you are with me.
How about we take a ride my old rusty car and
tune into the AM channels about politics
and ancient jazz and opera.
Let's brush off the cobwebs
and find what we are looking for.
It's the small things that are the biggest things.
Those moments in time that seem
like nothing.
They mean everything.
We gotta make it last because
forever isn't a thing.
I want the world in my hands,
But it's too dak outside for conquering,
I want to touch the stars,
But it's too cold outside for flying,
I need to feel the air,
But the wind will mess up my hair,
I need to hear the birds,
But I'm too afraid of getting hurt,
I want the grass under my feet,
But thorns are hiding out of sight,
I want to relax in the ocean,
But creatures are lurking in the night,
I need to feel the suns rays,
But it's too hot outisde today,
I need to go to school,
But the students there are cruel,
I haven't spoken in months,
Because I'm too afraid of getting hurt.
I have become nothing
I am empty
I am devoid
 Mar 2016 Amilia TRipp
chris
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 Mar 2016 Amilia TRipp
chris
and the trees are sentinels
of something, standing
there between the buildings
breathing like horses
all night
 Mar 2016 Amilia TRipp
chris
-n.s.m
 Mar 2016 Amilia TRipp
chris
As far as I am concerned, poetry is a statement concerning the human condition, composed in verse.
 Mar 2016 Amilia TRipp
m i a
[10:45]
 Mar 2016 Amilia TRipp
m i a
we were all just lost kids,
who had lids,
placed over our hearts by society,
we're constantly drowning in anxiety,
helplessly swimming around in the darkness trying to find sobriety.
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