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Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
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.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
Sometimes, with a drink, my poetry makes music.
Others, it echoes Hemingway's cry.
I never liked editing, but always did like
Talking *****.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
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.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
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
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
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
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
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.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
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
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
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
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
Epiphanies appear in various forms, and, on rare occasions, they even come at three thirty in the morning with your pants around your knees.
bk May 2016
what a sad fate is to love something which could hurt itself
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