It’s Over

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We were once in

Love…

Does it really matter

What…

Happened? Why should

We…

Continue to bicker as to whom

Failed…

Who?..

Our fate has been

Sealed…

The ink has

Dried…

We are

Divorced and free to

Fly…

Good bye.

3:00 PM

Vera Robinson © 2014

I am happy my friends!

The Box

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Jump over the

Folds…

Step out the

Box…

Let your creativity

Flow…

Freely and

Brilliantly…

9:31 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

Neon In The Darkness

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The words were there

On…

The blackened screen

I…

Panicked, a second

Then…

Remembered a pen was in an old

Backpack…

The pen, an ancient nuisance

Of…

Writer’s cramp and carpal tunnel syndrome

Felt…

Foreign…

In my hand

With the shake of the pen

While…

Holding my breath

The…

Ink begin to flow

There is a message in

Darkness…

As light is in the

Day…

10:37 AM

Vera Jackson © 2013

Blank Pages

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I purchased the book of

Nothing…

In hopes to make it into

Something…

The pages are blank

And…

So is my mind

By…

Buying this book

I’m…

Searching to find the

Words…

And the rhymes

In not to long of a

Time…

8:34 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

A Writer’s Vows

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On this paper I will create a work of art

With the flow of a pen, it will ascend

Nothing will be deleted, omitted or torn apart

The reason for this, is that I write from the heart

A heart filled with sadness, joy, love, and aches

Take a minute to notice, it is without any hate

Who has time for writer’s block?

I know not of any, we write round the clock

Beseeching minds, they don’t stop

They ponder, and wander

And

Wander and ponder

Tick tock tick tock

Around the clock

Catch Me

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Why did you erase the words, that I could only write?

Your selfish ways, have numbered days

Now that I see light

The night is clear, the picture drawn

…The paper blows away…

I wait for dawn, another day

And watch you go astray

Through vanished words, not missing thoughts

The curves begin to smooth

It’s my chance to chase, No! to catch

…The paper that blows away…

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