Genre - Poetry. You are on the page - 183

These are just some silly or just down right stupid poems I have written. All of these are just little scribbles that I did when I was bored so don't be brutal with criticism.

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The Red Blanket Pale, consumptive face parched lips sunken cheeks withered ribs lifeless knees sweaty joints the chest - like a bellow gripped in stridor sagging, eternally half-closed eyes Dense, phlegmatic breaths a whirlwind rising from the spine spiraling in the head blending with the blues a chronic pain in the ancient tuberculosis blood writhing in the veins the body, wasting away. What do I do? this thick, grubby, red blanket has enveloped me from head to toe I want to kick it away I

How can there be pain in a place where there is so much joy? A loving relationship is the most awesome experience in the world. This is why it also holds the potential for so much sadness. There are so many things that can go wrong. We must remember, "Better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all." If we have this attitude we can hold ourselves together during the hard times and rejoice that we have this awesome gift during the good times.

The cold heart of hate.