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Not knowing…
Walls prove unending
Collections collect dust
Socks match and no one cares
Mirrors reflect pain
Clogged drains overflow sorrow

Not knowing…
Nature breathes dreary pictures
Bent branches sway in branded winds
Pathways end without rhyme or reason
Silhouettes run from their own shadows
Ripples disappear on darkened coastlines

Not knowing…
Puzzle pieces don’t fit
Questions have no answers
Music loses all means of melody
Days are merely days
Poetry is pointless

Not knowing…

If I wrote a poem
that no one ever read
would you think it alive
or would you call it dead?

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I opened a book today
and then it opened me

Your front doormat said welcome,
your expression said get lost!

Who is the cause
Of all this fussing and fighting
The storms that are brewing
The thunder and lightning

I say that it's you
while you say that it's me

We throw angry words
Into the wind
Best hold on tight
As hurricane season begins

You blame it on me
I blame it on you

No early warning
This twister of fate
This destroyer of lives
This dust storm of hate

While it could be me
I still think that it's you

Then come the tears
The flash flood without warning
Into the night
Until early morning

While it might be you
you still think that it's me

If we go through a drought
In our love together
There is never a doubt
We're the perfect storm for each other

When it comes down to it
I guess it's the both of us