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Peter Simon Dec 2014
The pool is freezing but it's alright
I'm gonna welcome the water with my arms open wide
Peter Simon Dec 2014
If the rain would never end,
Then I want to have my shoes all soaked up

If rainbows were not to appear,
Then I want to have the best memories I could ever have

If the coffee is not warm enough,
Then I'll stay on the hearth rug 'til warmth comes

If all those memories won't come back,
Then I'll be in the depths of nothingness

Forever...
Peter Simon Dec 2014
I S H M A E L   R E E D
beware  :  do not read this poem

tonite  ,  thriller was
abt an ol woman  , so vain she
surrounded herself w /
     many mirrors

it got so bad that finally she
locked herself indoors & her
whole life became the
     mirrors

one day the villagers broke
into her house  ,  but she was too
swift for them  .  she disappeared
     into a mirror

each tenant who bought the house
after that  ,  lost a loved one to
     the ol woman in the mirror :
     first a little girl
     then a young woman
     then the young woman / s husband

the hunger of this poem is legendary
it has taken in many victims
back off from this poem
it has drawn in yr feet
back off from this poem
it has drawn in yr legs

back off from this poem
it is a greedy mirror
you are into this poem   .   from
     the waist down
nobody can hear you can they   ?
this poem has had you up to here
     belch
this poem aint got no manners
you cant call out frm this poem
relax now & go w /  this poem
move & roll on to this poem
do not resist this poem
this poem has yr eyes
this poem has his head
this poem has his arms
this poem has his fingers
this poem has his fingertips
this poem is the reader & the
reader this poem

statistic   :   the us bureau of missing persons reports
      that in 1968 over 100,000 people disappeared
      leaving no solid clues
nor trace          only
           a space in the lives of their friends
Peter Simon Nov 2014
I was stuck in the midst of eternity,
For "forever" seemed tempting
Couldn't choose between fantasy and reality,
For no puzzle piece seemed fitting

You're in front of me,
Words won't come out freely
A butterfly passed between us,
And I wondered if it came out of me

The playground's silence is deafening
The emotions are suffocating
In my head I heard you laughing
Because you're in front of a weakling

Now, I still couldn't decide
Should I tell it to you tonight
'Coz love means like leaves falling,
And you know I'm afraid of heights

But rainbows are free
And so is fantasy
Peter Simon Nov 2014
Once, there was a boy
A boy who cried wolf

The town people believed him
So they took all their sheep
They took them all to be kept hidden

Then, the people found out
That it was a prank

They got angry at first
But they forgave the boy later on
Asking him to never do that again

He agreed in everything
Everything was settled, then


The boy did it over again
Of course, the town, for the second time,
Got mad for they believed him once more

They did what they did the first time,
They forgave the boy

This time, they never bothered
Asking him to never repeat what he did
For they knew he still would, soon

And they weren’t wrong.
They heard the boy, again, cried out,
“Wolf! Wolf!”

But this time, no one bothered getting up
To hoard the sheep up to keep safe

In the morning, they were surprised,
Flabbergasted, to be precise
Because in that very daybreak,
They learned that the boy wasn’t lying anymore
The title says the boy lied three times... Yes he did. So, the question now is: "What really happened to the sheep if he lied thrice?"
Peter Simon Nov 2014
It was raining really hard,
I’m standing under an empty shed
And the sky wasn’t starred,
Seems like all the lights were dead

You came under the umbrella,
With your face neither happy nor sad
I looked up hoping to see the Capella,
But still the sky seemed mad

Slowly, I glanced at you,
I caught you staring at me
Then the wind hardly blew,
The freezing rain fell free

Suddenly, the shower stopped
You smiled, I blushed
Overwhelmed, my gaze dropped,
And everything around hushed

Then lights started flickering,
I thought they were the stars
But no, they weren’t shimmering,
The fireflies were ours
Peter Simon Nov 2014
And because without the darkness, we wouldn't see the stars...
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