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GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry.

A second attempt at "Give It 100!" Open in new Window., since the first one ("100" Open in new Window.) turned out pretty well even though I didn't complete it within 100 days.

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These are just rough sketches and ideas that are barely a little more rounded-out...they're not perfect but they're gonna be good enough to share here at least. Your comments, support, and words of encouragement will be greatly appreciated!


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Best Poetry Collection
July 5, 2017 at 8:01pm
July 5, 2017 at 8:01pm
#914801
7-5-17


You're a cagey darkness,
stashed away always
in the places I least
think to look. And it
doesn't mean you're gone.
You can hide but you won't run.
Why do you settle in the
unseen? What's that mean?
When you start from far
and away to narrate
my dreams, you turn into
something bigger than me.
I need you, but I need you to
not be overwhelmingly the
opposite of pristine.
If sadness is cancer
you should be the
IV and not the gauze;
the pillow and not
the cough. Sheens
over shadows for the
least likeliest win.
A break. A breather.
A sigh. A handy alibi.
Just for a day, even,
I need you on my side.
*Thought*  Comment
July 5, 2017 at 8:10pm
July 5, 2017 at 8:10pm
#914803
7-5-17


It tastes like anxiety
that washes over like lava.

I'm hot.
Not like temperature or anger
or society's definition of primal attractiveness
shined up and packaged
for a personal consumption.
Maybe it's tendency...
a yield sign overlaying
the cracked Do Not Enter kiss.
Combustion is the holy climax
after a series of events
and I'm not any closer
to the start than the finish.
The drip that hasn't dropped.
Won't ignite, won't go, won't stop.
Skipped A and B and went to C
looking like XYZ, and still
feeling like A. I'm hot.
Long on wondering
and losing comprehension
yet capacity has never been greater.
I don't get it, going
maybe nowhere for a
change of scenery in a
volcanic vacuum, but
not for lack of entrapment.
Am I a danger, stranger?
Things have happened.
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