Poems from Josiah Greenwood

O Sleep! the absence of thy gentle touches do I mourn As though the soft caresses lovers make But sharper, for I do the touch of others...
I hate the Fourth of July Hate the fiery, loud jubilation Hate the bangs popping bright Like bombs in the night Hate the casual inebriation...
I love you like the moon Occasionally drawing hours of Awestruck contemplation But mostly Cycling eternally into and out of view Even when...
Please don’t look   Don’t look Because I don’t know if I can say this if you do   Turn your back and listen But listen to me But don’t look...
I feel like I'm giving it all I've got I feel like I'm giving nothing at all Others give so much more Under worse circumstances Maybe my...

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