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 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
Trying to assemble a completely blank jigsaw puzzle, I am torn - am I missing a piece or is this just a naturally difficult puzzle to solve?
 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
Can you hear the drums Fernando?
The slow, pounding sounds of my heart
As it transcends the circles of time
To find that nothing has changed
 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
You were the blanket of winter's dusk
Snug beating back an icy haze
But what I wanted was to feel the fire
Of hearts amidst your summer days
 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
My face is crammed full with food,
Stomach bursting at the seams,
I feel sick of myself and the world
But it's always been that way it seems
 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
I tried so hard to remain happy.
I truly did try -
For you, as much for myself,
But I fear that true happiness
Is the world's greatest lie.
 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
Sometimes, with a drink, my poetry makes music.
Others, it echoes Hemingway's cry.
I never liked editing, but always did like
Talking *****.
 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
She always liked the romance of
Slow dancing in a burning room.
I did too, but now I can't imagine
Doing any of it with a dancing partner.
 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
Burying my head in a book
Has a truly remarkable feeling.
There's a deeply personal ecstasy to it.
Still, it's not quite between your thighs
 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
It's often on chilly afternoons when you think of mundane things like warm blankets or if a banister could support a rope to snap your neck.
 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
The world is dark but it is also a place full of life and within those lives there are good people and sometimes one of them makes you smile
 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
It's a rare thing these days to meet someone who makes you feel better about yourself. It's hard to process that feeling in any way but love
 Nov 2016
Thomas Newlove
Epiphanies appear in various forms, and, on rare occasions, they even come at three thirty in the morning with your pants around your knees.
 Sep 2016
Thomas Newlove
"What's the worst that could happen?," he said, praying she wouldn't say what he had feared.
Her eyes said it all: "We could fall in love."
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