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That Girl

I could never be that girl

The one who looks good in a tight dress

The one who is confident and charming

The one who stands out in a crowd.
I’m the one who’s quiet 

The one who’s happy to be on the sidelines

The one who questions her confidence 

The one who prefers to stay hidden 

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That Look

Such a simple act

Didn’t have much to say

One simple look

Took my breath away

All you did was look

All you did was stare

I couldn’t believe my eyes

But a second glance I dared


It has been a while since I saw you in this light

Oh you are such a sight!

I wouldn’t mind if we did it again

In fact, I’m looking forward until the next

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The Question That You Didn’t Ask

i can’t blame you if you don’t feel the same way as i do

can’t blame you even if i really wanted to

you joke around and it’s so easy for you

because the feeling is not as mutual as i’d like to think it so

i’d leap at every opportunity to be with you

yet you easily turn me down

you flirt around a girl you find attractive

can’t do anything about it because you are not mine to own

you ask if i’m okay but that’s not what you should be asking

ask me if i’m jealous,

ask me if i’m hurt

because pretending to be okay is easy

but what i’ve been wanting to do is tell you the truth

all you have to do is ask the question that you didn’t

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That One Day

One day I will find the love of my life,

I will be the best at what I do,

I will forgive and forget

I will find true happiness no matter what comes my way.


One day I will look no more

for I have found what I’ve been looking for.

That one day may not be tomorrow

but I know it will surely come.

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That Beautiful Dreamer

Bathe in scarlet moon shine

the shadow of the star casts down

Eyes of emerald-green close softly

laying down under the mango tree


Horses dance and the snow falls upward

rainbows bow down

The sun trembles, shivers ; doing what it is told

The fish held its breath


A hail of cold fire descended from the heavens

as the entire galaxy opened up

The frog sang in beautiful tenor

all for the dreamer, dreaming them all


The beautiful dreamer lay still, sleeping

in almost perfect silence

wrapped in sheets of linen white

while the golden brown hair limps sadly

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That Funny Feeling

set me on fire

until I am nothing but charred ashes.

drink the nectar of life from me.

you’ve taken everything,

why stop now?


the blood that flows beneath delicate skin

uncovered by shaking fingertips,

have never seen daylight this beautiful.

my soul is washed with warmness

from a stare colder than ice.

he’s taken everything from me

and he’s not stopping now.


the end of my beginning starts with this presence

one that he never seems to notice.

I am drained of courage and I can never speak

my mind.

it starts fast, quicker than the speed of light

and that funny feeling when you’re around

goes on a roller coaster ride once more

so why stop now?

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I Am That Girl…

…the one by the coffee machine racking it down

simply standing still, not making a sound.

…the one your friends call nerdy who looks like a clown

but hey, at least I got my feet on the ground.

…the one by the pool not saying a word, not speaking

ignored by everyone, invisible like the wind.

…the one in the library not a friend and sulking

somehow lost, waiting for someone to stop being blind

…living by the street, scraping for food

day to day is a struggle.

…who can’t make up her mind, always has a swinging mood

always in hand is a bagel.


Yes! This me whether you like it or not

this is who I am, that’s what I’ve got

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That Knight

a silver shade in  pale moon light

across the swamp of misty haze,

comes a figure of a knight

his horse running in a blaze.

despite the starry, starry night

despite the moon beam that gazed,

the knight’s face is hidden from sight

just like  the moon in its new phase.


mysteriously he passes by

never stopping at all

people often wonder why,

he never hears their call.

even when the maiden fair

called out for his help

he did not stop, didn’t seem to care

not even when she yelped


so on he goes through the fog of darkness

reaching out to no one

covered in thick mud of harshness

his knightly days are done

it would seem that every bit of kindness

he had left, is now gone


one can’t help but feel pity

this knight that used to shine.

now he wanders from city to city

pretending to be fine

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That Explains It

I went to the doctor. He x-rayed my head.
He stared for a moment and here’s what he said.
“It looks like you’ve got a banana in there,
an apple, an orange, a peach, and a pear.
I also see something that looks like a shoe,
a plate of spaghetti, some fake doggy doo,
an airplane, an arrow, a barrel, a chair,
a salmon, a camera, some old underwear,
a penny, a pickle, a pencil, a pen,
a hairy canary, a hammer, a hen,
a whistle, a thistle, a missile, a duck,
an icicle, bicycle, tricycle, truck.
With all of the junk that you have in your head
it’s kind of amazing you got out of bed.
The good news, at least, is you shouldn’t feel pain.
From what I can see here you don’t have a brain.”

– Kenn Nesbitt