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Los Angeles (a poem)

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Los Angeles by Tabitha Grace Smith She stretches out in the darkness, Emblazoned with lights. From far off I can see her. She wraps around the ocean, the mountains and the valleys As if space itself were her only barrier. From high above in a plane I watch, The desolate blackness that hides all else, […]

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How to Live (Poem)

by Tabitha Grace Smith The world is so much better than you may know, From watching movies and reality shows, They want you to believe it’s all about you, When there’s something much better waiting for you. If you go looking for something, Unaware of what you want, You’ll find trouble my dear, Sadly, you’ll […]

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a poem.. .(from The Writer’s Almanac’s episode today)

Employed by Beverly Rollwagen She just wants to be employed for eight hours a day, She is not interested in a career, She wants a job with a paycheck and free parking She does not want to carry a briefcase filled with important papers to read after dinner. She does not want to return phone […]

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poetry: Night (Buffy)

Nightby Tabitha She finds her thoughts,troublesome.Night is not her friend,bothersome,Hunting, dreaming, slaying,needsome,Night has become an enemy. Now she wonders,(worries is better)if she did the right thing,(correct is better),She misses his face,(longs for is better),The one he can’t even see. Night brings doubt,painful,And pushes courage,needful,She hasn’t time to wish,pitiful,There’s no princesorrowful.No happily ever after.

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It’s My Fault

It’s My Fault by Tabitha Rain falling on the ground. Silence is the only sound, That my heart will ever hear, whenever you’re not near. It’s not your fault I’m alone, Closer than the telephone, Yet foolish pride is my shame and emptiness resounds my blame. Chorus: It’s my fault, My mistake, My choice, Alone […]

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Craving An Audience by Tabitha The master artist, spins words, tells stories, dreams dreams. I watch, wait, baited breath expelling. Within me inspiration beckons me to act, I try to spin, tell and dream. I stand, speak, clumsy words, telling. No one listens, or responds, my anger grows, my heart falls. I crave, want, pretty […]

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The Desert You really think I want to be here? Wandering in a pile of sand. There’s empty stretches of nothing. Yet you lick your lips dripping with moisture. Your words are mocking, even if you don’t intend them to be, There’s plenty of water! Come! Drink! You think I desire this place? I desire […]

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today

today. by Tabz today I’m not happy not sad or lonely or bitter or angry or mad. today I’m not hopeful not eager or down cast or polyamorous or strangly odeferious. today I’m not supensful not amazing or brillant or stupid or peaceful or upset. today is a dot in the journal of my life.

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Not Myself

When I’m Not Myself by Tabitha here it goes another side of the unexpressiable me do you love it hate it do you even care? here it goes another ache of the unexpressible heart. do you notice it shake it make it better with a kiss? here it goes another crawling of my unexpressible skin […]

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A poem for Jennaroo!

Oh I’m just the soundgirl pay no attention to me I didn’t write poems of roo in a tree. Oh I’m just the soundgirl, I play music I love, I can’t believe I’m writing poetry like Dove. Oh I’m just the soundgirl, Xanga wars have me blue, Laughter is cool, but I want some love […]

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