OPEN MIC ENCORE II
September, 2000

A Tribute to Emily Dickinson
By Rob Price

The void within-
dismal and grey,
a symphony of thoughts-
in unison sing of life's uncertainty.
My mind grasps with open fingers-
like trying to prison water in a bottomless glass,
the reason of my future destiny,
and failures of the past.
Searching for definition-
as great statues of old stand proudly with purpose,
weathering every storm,
for me-only wandering-
till' I reach the oceans shore.

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poem:

THE ONE I WANT THE MOST

THE SIGHT OF YOUR FACE JUST MAKES MY DAY,HAVING YOU HERE LETS ME KNOW THINGS WILL ALWAYS BE OKAY.
I CAN LAY IN BED ALL NIGHT JUST STARING AT THE CEILING,KNOWING IN MY HEART I'LL NEVER LOSE THIS FEELING.
WHEN  WAKE UP IN THE MORNING YOUR THE FIST THING ON MY MIND,ALL DAY EVERYDAY ITS YOU I'M THINKING ABOUT EVERY SINGLE TIME.
BEFORE I GO TO BED,YOUR ALWAYS THE LAST THOUGHT IN MY HEAD.
FOR US TO SHARE ONE KISS,WOULD BE MY ONLY WISH.
I CAN NEVER REALLY SEE MYSELF,LOVING SOMEON ELSE.
AS LONG AS I HAVE YOU,IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT WE DO.
FOR YOU I'LL WAIT FOREVER,JUST FOR US TO BE TOGETHER.
CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND YOUR THE ONLY ONE I NEED.
WILL YOU PROMISE ME THAT YOU'LL NEVE LEAVE?
YOU ARE THE ONE I WANT THE MOST,AND THE ONLY ONE I'LL LET COME CLOSE.

 

 

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