"Plain Remarks"- A Poem

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You whispered those words in my ear

And they sounded like the feeling

Of us living in a tent

And waking up to watch the sunrise

While the fire that died last night

(after the plain remarks and mixes of sorrows

were over)

Said its ashes are our past

And the people we met on that old gravel road

Didn’t know our names

Or history because if they did

They wouldn’t want to write a book about it

For people don’t want to read of unsureness

Or regret.

And I apologize but

  

I've dreamed harder than you have.

Beat

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“What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.
'I don't know,' she said. 'Just wait on tables and try to get along.' She yawned. I put my hand over her mouth and told her not to yawn. I tried to tell her how excited I was about life and the things we could do together; saying that, and planning to leave Denver in two days. She turned away wearily. We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.” 

-Jack Kerouac

"What The Piano Might Do"- A Poem

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I don’t think of what’s to come

Because my arms hurt from leaning

I can’t do it anymore living in your shadow

It eats my insides until I’m hollow

And I believe there’s more for me

Then you

At least I hope so because

If there isn’t

I think I’m just going to have to learn the piano

And let the keys touch my fingers

And let my breath catch in my throat

And let the window open beside me brush my hair out of my face

Like you

Never

Did

Or

Could

Do

For

My sorry soul.

Gatsby

"Featherless"- A Poem

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Well, Emily was wrong 

Hope turned out to be featherless

The darling girl’s corset must

Have been too tight

And caught the better of her

For I am still too alone

For my own good and

Deserve more than some

Delicate, fragile feathers.

I deserve something able to

Withstand the weight of endless storms,

And even an apocalypse for that matter

There’s got to be some concrete 

In the equation somewhere

In order for things to function 

To the likes of my bulletproof heart.