poetry explosion

[darcycrad]

life springs from bone
bone comes from life
that you are left with bones
denotes there once was strife
and strife, will come again
to bones made new
the most revealing part of us
one day my bones, will make you.

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Where is your fight?

there was a small American man
with the whole world on his shoes
he was never boastful, proud, or rude
he'd never take from others
what he himself was due
but when the time came to really
really take a stand
the only one with cap in hand
was the small American man

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in hollow structures, we find refuge.
in hollow hearts, we value soul.
in barely breathing, we reveal it all.
and we fill ourselves with whatever we can find;
and we fill our lungs to help us unwind.
and we fill the world, and think its divine.

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In arms I choose to write my love poem.
In love I choose to write my declaration of war.
In your arms I once found my consolation
but now you seek to love no more.

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I was walking with my love
when we came upon a wooden door.
I found his name upon it,
scratched next to hers, from before.
this made me contemplate
why the door had not been sanded down
if she still haunts here
how long will she stay around?
I passed through the door
and watched a picture show
it became suddenly apparent
that woman has to go.
I packed a bag
and set it outside the door
if she did not come to claim it
I would be the one the bag was for.