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Depressed I feel
Enough to reel
At the sheer force
Distraught from remorse
How do you cope
A constant *****
Real but fake
Everything's at stake
 Feb 2016 andrea
Jay
25 Cent Pet
 Feb 2016 andrea
Jay
I feel helpless.
Like a very small fish
in a very small bowl.
But sometimes,
you make me feel
like an even smaller fish
in an infinitely vast ocean.

I am torn apart by the currents of your anger-
Tossed and shaken,
Until I am left confused and
Alone
in the depth of your problems,
which you choose not to share with me;
and watch in enjoyment
as I struggle to figure things out for myself.
But, at the end of the day, I know I will be captured yet again,
only to be placed back into my suffocating home-
where you tap on the glass,
until I turn
belly-up.
I think it's unfair that you choose when to be mad at me, without telling me why.
 Nov 2015 andrea
ryn
Individualism
 Nov 2015 andrea
ryn
All the experiences
from life's coffers
I'm willing to take

To commit into text
with deliberate romanticism

My brand of unspoken poetry
with sense
only I can make

To rebut
my mind's
skeptic cynicism
 Nov 2015 andrea
ryn
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•                                  ­                •
•turn the hourglass, let's start•
•i offer you... all  that's close•
•to my heart •  i'll unveil•
•to you  my  concrete•
•poetry......•so•
•let us•
•          b          •
•                e               •
•                   g                  •
•                  in this               •
•           30 day journey•         •
•witness  the fall... of each grain•
•through the words that i've lain•

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
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 Nov 2015 andrea
ryn
Clamming Up
 Nov 2015 andrea
ryn
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••••
•i hold nothing but
secrets inside•i shan't disclose, i shan't
be vulnerable•into my humble recluse, i quiver and
hide•the world isn't ready to receive my bits and mor-
sels•come such time, i'd be willing to share•i'd bare
myself for all to see•if you say that you truly do
care•then it's best if you leave me be•for now,
don't pick on my sores•being eaten slowly
from within my gut•please don't...
don't pry anymore•save your
breath, my shells are
sealed



shut•
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 Nov 2015 andrea
ryn
Balloon Trip
 Nov 2015 andrea
ryn
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•come with me on a
special trip•hop aboard my big ball-
oon • hot air from flame, the canvas would
sip•higher and higher, we won't be back too soon
•the clouds would gently kiss our cheeks • the sun
would bathe our skins with gold• mountains below
seem minute pointing up  with snow covered peaks
•turning oceans into lakes...the world seems to fold
•offering myriad picturesque views from up ab-
ove•from any angle none would lack•lastly
we'll drift...along the currents of air and
love•you could then finally say that
i've brought you on a memora-
ble trip to  the moon...
and safely back•
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\       |       /

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I+++++++++I
I+++++++++I

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