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T Thomas Dec 2014
Am I really a 'poet'
If all my poetry is just about you
  Nov 2014 T Thomas
CapsLock
My soul is in angst,
craves writing desperate poerty.
To be ruled by chance,
love is hearts in anarchy.

I lust after a life that's full.
Emotion and mystery.
I'd hate it if it was dull
or ruled by destiny
  Nov 2014 T Thomas
E. E. Cummings
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
T Thomas Nov 2014
..
Only a brief phone call
of your mesmerizing voice
now my breath is fleeting
and eyes are swelling
my chest is caving in
I'm being suffocated by love
  Nov 2014 T Thomas
Nicole
I hate the mornings when I'm waiting a text from you.
I hate this feeling of being alone that is killing me on the afternoons.
I hate the nights when I'm just thinking about you.
I hate everything that remind me the future that we were supposed to do.
1 minute poem. Nothing special..
T Thomas Nov 2014
why do you fill me with artificial love
and give me artificial smiles
and tell me hopeless lies

you are ripping my heart out of my ******* chest
and tearing me in half and I can't bare it
and you wonder why I'm so depressed
all I ever wanted was for you to stay

I'm never ever good enough
They'll always be a flaw in me
that you only magnify

We put up these acts
we beg for each other
but treat each other like a push away

Stop throwing me away whenever you don't get your way.
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