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once
we were young
at this
machine. . .
drinking
smoking
typing
it was a most
splendid
miraculous
time
still
is
only now
instead of
moving toward
time
it
moves toward
us
makes each word
drill
into the
paper
clear
fast
hard
feeding a
closing
space.
Really me?
A stalker...
Sure I mean
yea, I look for you!
I worry.

It's been nearly a month!
A month since
I read your words,
A month since you gave up!
I worry.

I've become addicted,
addicted to your words,
to your messages,
your texts.
I worry.

*maybe I am a stalker...
I feel as if I'm a stalker, I met this guy. I think he's amazing... but he's not talked to me for a long while. I worry, maybe I've begun to get attached. Attached to someone I've never even met! I'm pathetic aren't I?
Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, didn't care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,
The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
How do, Isabel, now I'll eat you!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry.
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.
Once in a night as black as pitch
Isabel met a wicked old witch.
the witch's face was cross and wrinkled,
The witch's gums with teeth were sprinkled.
**, **, Isabel! the old witch crowed,
I'll turn you into an ugly toad!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry,
She showed no rage and she showed no rancor,
But she turned the witch into milk and drank her.
Isabel met a hideous giant,
Isabel continued self reliant.
The giant was hairy, the giant was horrid,
He had one eye in the middle of his forhead.
Good morning, Isabel, the giant said,
I'll grind your bones to make my bread.
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She nibled the zwieback that she always fed off,
And when it was gone, she cut the giant's head off.
Isabel met a troublesome doctor,
He punched and he poked till he really shocked her.
The doctor's talk was of coughs and chills
And the doctor's satchel bulged with pills.
The doctor said unto Isabel,
Swallow this, it will make you well.
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She took those pills from the pill concocter,
And Isabel calmly cured the doctor.
What you read isn’t me
Just the dark side of the girl you see
It’s my lament; a sad decree
Of all I need, all I can’t be

Think what you want but watch what you say
Words can cut and someone’s gotta pay
I’ll write to my right, so if I may,
Let me excuse your reviews; this isn’t news today...

Tell me I’m pretty, tell me I’m kind
Tell me it isn’t my right to unwind
Worry’s in your heart and that’s just fine,
But please don’t let your perceptions change mine—

My words are my sword, my words are my shield
Words are my way of spilling what I can’t reveal
And when I can’t speak, my pen is my tongue
So please don’t say “stop” ‘cause my heart is too young.
To the person who, out of worry caused by love, blows my words out of proportion.
i watch the Sun dance
off of her golden skin,

her curly hair
bounced in the calm wind,
the clouds fascinated by the way she walks
leaving little glances of rain in her path.

I walk right behind her
and her spectacular fragrance
that drives my will to be,

and the way she talks,
oh the way she talks!

i don't know how will getting
old with someone be,
probably full of misery,

but if i had to choose,
i would get old with you.

the one the sky feels envious of.
only if you were real
 Sep 2018 John Michael Biely
Sin
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 Sep 2018 John Michael Biely
Sin
9
The leaf falls
As my tear falls
As my heart drops
As your love fails
 Sep 2018 John Michael Biely
JcA
Distance                                                



                         does not mean a thing. Just as the moon grips the sea, your love will have ahold on me. Forever and unchanging.
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