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 May 2014 Jeremy Duff
Aoife Teese
the way you kissed me
is like a double-edged sword

i loved it
but you'll never
do it again

i'm accepting it
last time i'm writing about you
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this is my rendition of the famous

BERYLDOV LEW painting entitled

PABLO PICASSO TAKING A WALK
ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON
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The vast history of historical lies
Clutter up the school - yard while mass producing

Dim witted psychopaths with hidden angers and fears
Bloated genitals and guns anywhere



The total corruption of all those in charge
Hangs like an albatross over dying minds

Dreams simply cannot compete
With the madness seen in all adult eyes

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The vast history of historical lies
Within what is now known as total brain - washing

Come ! Come quickly lovely child
I may not speak to you again

Oh how the great pigs want to **** me
Oh how the great pigs want to **** me



Now the time
Be the truth

Set down true stories
Life for life
 May 2014 Jeremy Duff
Aoife Teese
when 815 miles becomes 2214.5 miles
and 10 miles becomes 478.3
at least i know i'll still have you here with me
because with everyone's lives continuing
and ours not
i have a vague hope that
you'll be forced to try
and be here for me

(and it's probably the saddest thought
that you are the closest
that you are staying
but i miss you the most)
boys are dumb and so am i
We could just be friends,
But that would be too easy.
For you to turn and run...
For you to go and leave me...

We could just be friends,
But then we'd have no excuse.
For the conversation that last for hours...
For feelings they induce...

We could just be friends,
But these feelings would last forever...
That moment when you get friend-zoned and you just don't understand why...
She sat in that chair by the window,
Watching as life went by.
Hoping to receive the letter,
The letter that never arrived.

She sat in that chair by the window,
Listening to the sounds of life.
Clutching to the hope of the letter,
The letter that never arrived.

She sat in the chair by the window,
With the light fading from her eyes.
She never gave up the hope of the letter,
The letter that never arrived.

As I sat in that chair by the window,
With a tear running from my eye.
I wished I had sent that letter,
The letter that never arrived.
This is my first poem on here and I know it *****. In case people wondered the poem is about my Great-Gran, she had a long struggle with life and finally passed away in November 2012.
"Before you left you slammed me up against a wall, ripped open my chest and laid a broken record on my heart. Now my insides only play the same **** tune, screaming at me "he never loved you."
-Kahla Mercadante
 May 2014 Jeremy Duff
Aoife Teese
i have memories of being told
on an old science show
that everything is matter
everything is something
just because you can't see it
doesn't mean it isn't there
a person is a person
no matter how small
but oh, how small i feel
compared to you
your magnificence is
unparalleled
incomparable
and the lessons i've learned
of equality and importance
have no meaning here
because it's not meant
to be you vs me
it's a matter of opinion
and everything is matter
even the smallest speck
compared to the biggest tree
unbelievable
that we could have the same
origins
come from the same
matter
at the beginning of time
beginning of life
beginning of me
beginning of you
we're all the same
but we're oh so different
you're the greatest building
the tallest
standing 2,722 ft tall
in dubai
and i am the smallest city
0.17 square miles
population 783
and my deep breathing
exercises
aren't working like
they should
i want to be lovely
for you
i'm not worthy
to be received
in the same manner
i receive you
but everything is matter
and everything is something
and a person is a person
no matter how small
??? rambling
I never used to write poems
But then I read yours
And I fell in love with your words
With you
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