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i look up after my night in the crypt of silence and the absence of your specific- scientific- beautiful light and you are the only to tear my failing eyes; you only i repeat myself? i do i love you, i do i fall and i fail to decode you and your cipher of a scrapbook for my happy happy birthday?
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Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:59 PM UTC
your version of bletchley park
Atticus is a perfect shot, But wisemen don't shoot guns. They advance through attrition, With the power of their mind.
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 10:53 AM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #174
Is there any way to become a mind reader? Maybe if I knew what you were thinking, I could do this better, Because I'm not the greatest now.
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Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #173
True love, Who love? You, love.
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #172
"You better post today <3" I'm so grateful, To have my number one fan.
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Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 7:26 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #171
It takes something to write poems, Less talent, more experience, I'm lucky to have experienced it.
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Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 7:20 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #170
Tomorrow comes no matter what, Whether or not you worry about its arrival. Is it worth it to worry about moving forward?
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #169
I've come an awfully long way, But of course I'm not done going. Someday you'll prove yourself, Never let them falter your way.
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Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 8:42 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #168
The sun sets on the last day of winter, A warm breeze sets upon the cool evening. Ironically, the first day of spring, Will be colder than this.
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Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 8:02 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #167
I like to throw lightning bolts, Way up into the sky when no one sees. Releasing every ounce of plight, Into a perfect balance. If you want to know this magic, You can come with me, We'll throw thunder through the trees.
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Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #165
Never hesitate to lend a hand, If you help someone back to their feet, They'll remember it when you need a hand. Don't let todays morals get in the way, Nothing replaces a good old Jack of Trades, Traveling to make things change.
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Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #166
Don't let the little things get to your head, Because if you do, your love will lay dead.
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Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 1:18 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #164
"There's a power in music!" Right on, We all know, The power of song.
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Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #163
Blank canvas, A bucket of paint, I took that bucket, And I chucked it. Green blues until, I had a landscape of Nantucket. I threw the paint, And just said '---- --'
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Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 9:50 AM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #162
My mind is an enemy of mine, Filling my head with worrisome thoughts. 'Are you alright?' hm I guess I'm not, It feels a little normal by now, Where'd my trust go?
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Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 11:01 AM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #161
If I lived in the Song dynasty, I could be a leader in government, All their leaders had to be able to write poetry.
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Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 10:13 AM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #160
I stood my pen up on its point I struck it with a hammer I watched in slow time as the ink flew I saw it splatter across the page I was drenched in it the blood of this pen I murdered art I can't say i enjoyed cleaning up the scene
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Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #159
I Love You Raw words That hit like a bullet in the chest I feel it every time we kiss I love you too
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:10 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #158
Why are we different? Because you are a brittle block of rotting wood, And I am an immortal diamond within obsidian sand. When angered, you will raise your hand, But don't you dare raise it to me, For I will stand like statue, your blow caught in my palm.
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Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 7:33 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #157
If I were to read these, To my chorus teacher, She would beg for more emotion, In my pronouncing of every line. If I were to read this to my math teacher, He would find in it no sense, Art is a subjective understanding.
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Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #156
How would you now, If you're favorite line in a poem, Was nothing but a tiepo, Your favorite writer forgo to catch, Maybe I'm a typo to, Just a random squigigle on the page, A little piece of see glass in the waves.
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Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #155
Why do I stay on the bright side? Because I fear the dark, Knowing what it brings, I find no peace in it.
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Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 9:59 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #154
I'd like to think, That I'm an honored member, Of the elite poetry society. Though I know, I'm a long way from that, But make sure you save me a seat, Because no matter what, I'm coming up.
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Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 9:46 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #153
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Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #152
All thoughts considered, It's all possible, The sheep put on wolf's clothing, Just to ward the wolves away.
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Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #151