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Annatman Nov 18
Your touch; my love,
Like dawn, shines light
In my, tired eyes
Your warmth, the fuel
That moves, my Soul
Your voice; my calm

Simply, because
You breathe, like air
My heart, is light,
It feels: you're here
By me, and I'm
By you, my dear
Couldn't sleep; needed to write this
Annatman Nov 13
Lately I've been feeling
Like a walking, talking
Feeling, not a Being.

Thinking about you, all that I am is
Loving, yearning, dreaming;
Disappearing.
I like the first verse more than the second
Annatman Oct 25
When I pass on this life will have been
Turbulent,
But sweet,
Not concrete
Like my poems:
Not perfect,
Yet complete
With stubborn attitude
I will have competed
With probability,
With humble gratitude
I will have submitted
To inevitability,
I will look back and see
My legacy,
Fulfil the prophecy
To repeat my destiny
To exist temporarily
And face
Uncertainty
Till I flee
Time and meet
Eternity.
Passing
Annatman Oct 25
When I hurt you it
Hurts me a tenfold.
  Oct 25 Annatman
Francie Lynch
S/He/It
SHeIt
Sheit
****
It happens.
The name Francie works well with this poem.
She closed her eyes and strode towards the door
At the edge of her Mind where she found
Sixty One point Eight percent more!

She thought for a spell, then continued her tour
At the end all she found was
Sixty One point Eight percent more!
This puzzled our *****, or perhaps she was bored
Still, she continued walking, inevitably towards
A Future that contained Sixty One point Eight percent more!

I closed my own eyes and strode towards the door
At the edge of my mind and I thought:
*I wonder if you're wondering
If you wander while you're wondering
If you understand that by pondering
During all your Mysterious frolicking
That you, too, have a door
And beyond it there lies
Sixty One point Eight percent more!
#Growth
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