eulirico
A woman who discovered a poet living within herself. Welcome to my poetry stash.

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Monday, November 06, 2017
And then you got me thinking...

Then she found herself so comfortable
talking to him.
About everything.
Every-thing.
From how's life to rap music to hm, I don't quite like it.
From bipolar disorder to children.
From cartoons to drug addiction.
From wrong pronunciation to new vocabulary.
From God to how things got screwed up.
From marriage to sex to that one time he didn't fight back.
From feelings like anger and lust to candies. And cake.
From holiness to moving around.
Then there was walking, taking pictures, chasing napkins,
and why don't you make do with a cup?
Then he sang something pretty inappropriate,
then she said something rather inadequate,
then they both laughed!
And moved on.
Despite their clumsy utterances,
they could still be there,
and talk --
from dusk to too soon...

Posted at Monday, November 06, 2017 by eulirico
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Sunday, May 28, 2017
Enough is enough.

Sometimes a two-syllable word is the last drop. There's no crossing that line. There's no pushing limits further. I can walk that extra mile as long as you watch that foul mouth o'yours. Watch it. Wash it in blood. No more disrespect. No more meaningless words. No more thoughtless actions. That two-syllable word was the last drop.

Posted at Sunday, May 28, 2017 by eulirico
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
caring

you don't care about me enough to show yourself
and i don't care about you enough to be bothered by your not caring about me enough
that means... i don't care about me enough...

 

Posted at Wednesday, April 27, 2011 by eulirico
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