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Joe Marflak

Joe Marflak

Maybe You

The last cigarette,
glowing
to the end
smoke rises,
killing to fill your hunger
I’m telling you
its no good my friend
does the cough get you off
or is it the tar
from your finger tips
to the smell of your car
I wonder

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A Minute to You

Think deep and sink in to thought for with time comes rhyme and my time can’t be bought but they say time is money
Unwind A Valentine Mind

I could just sit here for hours, Thinking of the things to write an… But the only truth that matters Is that you were in my heart and m… So it’s my love I hope you find
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expressions

expressions endless as the horizon from high to low washing away as the tides do some so afraid to smile for risk o…
Run

i see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…
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Delerious

These words so permanent, Each letter I feel. With words so permanent, How do I distinguish what’s real?
Love

love is like a rollercoaster you build up all these emotions like fear of falling and suspense of reaching the top, anticipation and its purest, once you get up the hill you have to mak...
Rain Love

I love the sound Every droplet hitting the ground Speeding up just to slow back down Its like your beating heart There’s thunder inside
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Where

Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go
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Leave Eye's Levis

Gut full of rocks and head the sam… I guess I’m stone washed but these jeans are mine and no one elses, when you think leave I
Add New Poem

Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
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To Be A Poet

To be a poet. Is it knowing self-worth? If that is truly something, It wasn’t given at birth. Words are sharp, they cut like kni…
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Forgotten

There was a time, a story, and a t… A eager girl clung to a trunk and… Motors rumbled the mind of a man b… Bells struck, as did hammers, the… His cries unheard, climbing anothe…
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2015

Life repeats, I said life repeats. All my life is war and retreats. War and retreats, No sign of peace,
Fakebook

We all sit here and take a look. Comparing lives on a fake book, seeing how you’re photoshopped fac… For what, just to pass some time.
A Family Departure

Haven’t you heard! There is srength by numbers My family has been torn for years… What reasons, I wondered. Now we are like strangers.



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