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       you
               secretly
                       wishing, for
                              your writes to be
                                noticed•simple sign
                             that they have not been
                          missed•with every view
                     and every like•your popu-
               larity does spike•somewhat
          places your art on the poetry
      map•between major players,     
  you close the gap•constantly      
checking to see  who's been              
reading•you're always deli-               
ghted to see the 'yellow                      
lightning'•a wish...                            
    for those who                             
     are writ-                    
ing      
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secretly hope not only for your words to be
reaching far and wide, but also... trending•

You're like a rose with peddles that've blushed
beautiful, but you bring harm to some when touched.
You're picking a donut when my dreams of cream,
are interrupted by jelly brusting from your seems.
I'm not saying your bad; your different, kind and fair
but like a artifact you must be handled with care.
when I speak of care I mean in how I approach.
You can handle yourself, you are tougher than a coach.
like a star you are beautiful bright and yet distant
but through your years you've become charm resistant.
I see it in your eyes they're deep and dark like a well
so I know in life you've gone through hell.
You don't know trust but you kidding is what you gotta be
if you think a few bets will win you the lottery.
I am not belittling anything you have ever saw
but for all you know this could be the lucky draw.
You and I have a chance and we got a lotto potential.
  we will prance forever over potholes; essential-                      
ly i want you to know i've also had my love bubble busted.
maybe not to you're extent but please just trust this:
we'll ignite real love cause we are the perfect match
you're the only chick with whom i want to hatch
love,  that's shocking because we've that have that spark
of realness in our relationship that is so stark-
ly prodigious and worth more that what is in clams
so please be mine in this world full of shams

Maybe I see life through a teardrop-curve shaped lens
But at least I don't see life the way you do
You call it being a "realist"
You frown upon the "surrealists"
Well, if you only live
For what is tangible
You will never develop a true love
For this world
Because the most exquisite parts
Of this place we call the universe
Are intangible
You say
Anything you can't feel
Isn't real
All I know is
You and I
Define the word "feel"
Very differently

He sprang into thought as much

                           As was in his capacity for such.

He settled there supposing naught
                  
      In instances that amount to squat.


Hunger pangs now bang the drum

               Of higher ambitions left upon

A shelf within his lonely room
              
       His unfinished works began to loom
-For at length he knew his Doom.