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7/3/2018

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I can't tell what to write
I can't tell what to say

Inside my mind of machinations I can't see the clockworks ticking toward a time of conclusion.
I can't feel the weight pressing on me like a boulder of thoughts.
I can't see the light from inside.

I'm tired and alone
Help me so I may break this cursed spell and wake from a dream
That I may write again
​Or to pass away in my sleep.
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My Apologies

6/8/2018

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My Sincerest Apologies

​I have been away for awhile
​I will continue writing soon

Been busy with a few things lately
​Have a great day ^.^
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One Way

5/5/2018

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Board the box that won't come back
Hear the wheels go rat tat tap

Toward the front you go to see
Inside the mind that can't go free

Forward the thoughts, forward you go
Forward the box until it slows

In the end you make it there
Just to see it is despair
​
​Poem by Thomas Armstrong
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Seeing the Light

5/3/2018

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I can see the bleak echoing of light
The shimmers that pulsates the walls
A flicker to chase the monsters
My own soul still inside
The light I shall protect
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Hello

4/29/2018

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A bleak Sunday Morning Beckons me to wake
Wake up from the comfort of my eternal nightmare bliss
Just to see I am alive again

Oh what Joy

I guess I will get out of my bed to write on my computer

Maybe I can go back to Dreamland

Later on perhaps
When I am actually tired
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Downward

4/26/2018

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Spiraling downward is wonderful

Twirling in a delight
Falling towards a bottomless pit

Probably

Not that I can take this serious
As me thinking dark and mysterious doesn't work today

Instead I will write something happy soon

That will be a nice change :)
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Yet Again

4/24/2018

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Another Time I am held down by my delusions
Of true happiness

I would like to soar as a butterfly free as can be
To be a flower with your light upon me
Maybe to just be at peace with you near

Tho
That is all a lie
A lie which never comes true
A lie so painful and so cruel

Happiness didn't happen
Yet Again

Poem by Thomas Armstrong
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Captive

4/24/2018

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Held captive with the shackles of my tears
Hardening over the years from the emptiness in the world
Scared from the helplessness that I am alone
However, 
I keep my heart beating 
My body from flaking
My bones from breaking

Hope is the heart to melt my ice prison
Love is to change my mind like a television
The ice will hold
Until a flame can melt me away
So I'll wait

Wrote by: Thomas Armstrong

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Together

4/22/2018

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Words pass between us as our hearts become intertwined in them.
Growing our friendship with every thought of each other.
And yet we haven't had long together we stand firm like mountains so tall
Back to back never even taking notice of the world spinning around us
We have become our own gravitational pull toward each other
And with our hands joined together between the stars
We don't need anything but each other
So never worry, I will never let go
I will never let you fall
Because in my eyes we are not just best friends
We are so much more 

​Wrote by: Thomas Armstrong
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A Look to Past Poets 3

4/22/2018

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Hello all
Today's look on past poets we will be showing a poem from T.S. Eliot.
Leave your comments below on how you feel about them.

Song by T.S. Eliot
1888-1965

If space and time, as sages say,
    Are things which cannot be,
The fly that lives a single day
    Has lived as long as we.
But let us live while yet we may,
    While love and life are free,
For time is time, and runs away,
    Though sages disagree.
The flowers I sent thee when the dew
    Was trembling on the vine,
Were withered ere the wild bee flew
    To suck the eglantine.
But let us haste to pluck anew
    Nor mourn to see them pine,
And though the flowers of love be few
    Yet let them be divine.
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    Tom(Mom) whichever

    Poetry is art. Poetry is life. Poetry is whatever comes out of my head...at night.

    That rhymes right?


    This little blog is "My Little Corner"to word out my rough poems and talk lol

    ​I'll figure it as I go along

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