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~The Artistic Poet~: January 2012
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The Home of Cristina Marrero Poetry. Thursday, January 19, 2012. Come Home" A Poem for My Wife. I miss you;. And believe me,. I want you to come home too. The countdown is over. And the looming shade of uncertainty. Just makes my aggravation grow daily. I want to know. I want to make our home presentable for your arrival. I want my wife back. I want to hold you in my arms and not have a time limit. I do not want to wait on a verdict. Handed out by some judge I have never met,. I want you to be happy again.
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~The Artistic Poet~: July 2009
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The Home of Cristina Marrero Poetry. Friday, July 31, 2009. I have done everything for that girl. She just does not get it. I deserve more than this miserable hell hole. The light at the end of the dying tunnel is a fleeting glimmer of hope. Tomorrow is fading away with the passing of the days. By me and I can not seem to notice its presence. Where have I fallen too? Come with me oh black night. Let me know there is a glimmer of hope still left in the far off distance. I have lost more than my heart.
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~The Artistic Poet~: Longing Epiphany
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The Home of Cristina Marrero Poetry. Saturday, October 10, 2009. A world in chaos. A world at peace. Wanting something, anything, nothing. Posted by Cristina Marrero. October 13, 2009 at 6:12 AM. I totally get this. Its like sometimes you just make a wish/prayer for SOMETHING to happen. October 20, 2009 at 9:05 PM. Its like that moment you just want somekind of something, but you dont know what it is. That longing, but the question is, for what? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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~The Artistic Poet~: November 2009
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The Home of Cristina Marrero Poetry. Friday, November 20, 2009. The Gir Behind the Fabric Cape. She's alone, and she does not know where to go. She's in pain, but she tries to make it so no one sees. She's hurt, and she's slowly dying. She takes care of everybody,. But who's left to take care of me? I am the selfish part of this woman. I want to be known for my good deeds. I am the one who wants to be held at night. The one who wants to go home with a woman. The one who just wants to be her black knight.
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~The Artistic Poet~: October 2009
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The Home of Cristina Marrero Poetry. Tuesday, October 20, 2009. Feel that sensation of inspiration. It runs through your veins,. Seeps from your soul,. Flows through you like a river. Feel that surge of adrenaline. Pumping through your heart,. Surging through your body,. Pushing you to new limits. Feel the rush of freedom! No one can constrain you;. Total freedom to explore,. Complete freedom to be. Feel the rush of jubilation. Step on stage,. Stand before the crowd,. Control your emotion,.
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~The Artistic Poet~: The Opinionated Writer
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The Home of Cristina Marrero Poetry. Wednesday, November 18, 2009. I created an additional blogspot for all of my articles. I want to keep The Artistic Poet for poetry and The Opinionated Writer for articles. Check it out, and let me know what you think. Posted by Cristina Marrero. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). About The Artistic Poet: Cristina Marrero. Orlando, Florida, United States. I'm a self-published author and have written for the semi-national magazine Out on the Town.
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~The Artistic Poet~: August 2009
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The Home of Cristina Marrero Poetry. Sunday, August 30, 2009. Pulling me from all sides. Your words are gone;. Your greetings vanished with you light. New found roads appear. I do not wish to travel. New roads may be ready,. But I am not ready for those new roads to appear. These roads will have to wait until I am strong enough to journey. Posted by Cristina Marrero. Thursday, August 13, 2009. Loneliness kills the soul of a man. Waiting for the hope of the midnight hour. Waiting for a glimmer of hope.
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~The Artistic Poet~: January 2010
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The Home of Cristina Marrero Poetry. Monday, January 4, 2010. The Small Minded People. Small-minded people with small-minded thought. No consideration or concern for theories. That do not fit into their nice and neat White Anglo Saxon Protestant box. When did thought become a crime? When did hope become a fools endeavor? Misconception, misrepresentation…. These are the ways of the small-minded world. Third rock from a sun. Found in an ever-expanding universe. We are but a speck. However, in your mind,.
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~The Artistic Poet~: The Craving
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The Home of Cristina Marrero Poetry. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. I want a smoke. I sit in a room full of no one and nothing. I want a cig,. I want to feel the smoke dance on my lips. The first breathe in,. Then the slow release. When I smoke, I find peace. Give me a smoke, please. Let me feel peace. The world is tugging from all corners. I don't know which roads to take. Old paths forgotten,. Transformed to new beginings. Just give me a smoke! Let the deep breathe in. Let me stop making mistakes. Pictur...
