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Aaron Barth Martinson

aaron barth martinson

. That made her hair move like those hippie-beads you find in loose doorways. Because I wanted to know if she was looking at me— Because she was an exotic Asian stereotype; She had a math book in her little hands, moving her small circle lips, Mouthing imaginary numbers to me. A death- a Love that's flown on Faith? If only I was in a band and could play her favorite techno music, Was as smart as she was with math, in foreign languages, To converse for a second, or ten decades with her. I was there As close to serenade I tried to make my voice sound, When I sung out to her: Come down Emily, Emily come take a walk with me— Put your feet on solid ground! Now often nights I still come by, Sometimes I think I see, A shadow pass over your room; I shed a tear for Emily. All reviews and comments undergo human not automated screening and must adhere to these guidelines. Her hair was black black, that is describing the color of her hair; E.

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My Sister Buried in a Trunk by Aaron Barth

aaron barth martinson

Yet after I made your work immortal, You died again, in my grief. She moved her head sort of sideways when she smiled at me. You walk among the tranquil graves To take away a piece of their peace, Swirling cheap but colorful wine, Sipping it thoughtfully quaint quite quietly. To envelop what you alone can engrave, To be present when you steal by those stone faces, To remove the golden stillness from their houses, To paint windows in the clouds with their silver etchings; View the rain, before it pours—while it is stored. We will remove any comments that do not follow or meet these guidelines. So our smiles had to suffice.

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My Sister Buried in a Trunk

aaron barth martinson

I know you have songs sleeping deep in your heart, When you were young you wrote beautiful poems; Though I never read one, your steadfast gaze on your goals Says to me, just to me, soon you will slow down. I was confined to come each eve, I cried for her to glimpse my sight, I saw but a lonely light; A discomforted form at work. It was strange how I kept facing Returning to where she went departing Without a care at all. I heard a pace, I heard her rise, I heard her heart— it was racing, I thought I could hear her feet on the steps-- The upstairs window flew open— The door below stayed closed— I should have known it was her life that was going. There was no light in the window anymore Later nights when I did call; My life without her had little answer.

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A Natural Meeting Barrier by Aaron Barth

aaron barth martinson

That Hope, misplaced by wretched men; Address the jokes you play on them; Those elements of soul stifled- Between the brightness of your brain, The fog seen only when you reign, The words shown solely when you blaze: A sun to rise, another son to raise. She wore so many clothes. But when I broke the rules So sick with love from calling, I found a trunk full Of slanted verse And I was no longer falling. Search in the poems of Aaron Barth Martinson: Call It Life That Moves What moves the pen; the breath, the mind? I wanted to ease my hand around it to feel her pulse there. She wore a black button coat opened up over her dress, With bright purple slippers, pearls painted red; They drew in my gaze to her gazelle neck.

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My Sister Buried in a Trunk

aaron barth martinson

Not like those anime schoolgirls with tight tops and short skirts, She had on an innocent pink dress like a tree peony flower, That covered her skin on down to her ankles. An individual licensed by the appropriate state regulatory agency to engage in the practice of pharmacy. The practice of pharmacy includes, but is not limited to, assessment, interpretation, evaluation, and implementation, initiation, monitoring or modification of medication and or medical orders; the compounding or dispensing of medication and or medical orders; participation in drug and device procurement, storage, and selection; drug administration; drug regimen reviews; drug or drug-related research; provision of patient education and the provision of those acts or services necessary to provide medication therapy management services in all areas of patient care. Witness thunder prior to the boom, Can you see the soundless scene within that room? A soothing jest by friends in time? Tell me you have not written a word since your neglected youth, But laugh with a smile stained red with wine, when you learn the truth. You are writing as you walk among the tranquil graves. What flavorsome sugars were hidden from view? Her face was round and white but her cheeks were full with pink hue I truly wanted To ask if she used any make up. I honestly needed To say hello and goodbye, But the barrier was our language.


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A Natural Meeting Barrier by Aaron Barth

aaron barth martinson

But the slits of her eyes were so narrow I felt myself unnaturally squinting at her. . . . . .

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A Natural Meeting Barrier by Aaron Barth

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AARON BARTH, PHARM.D., Pharmacist in HAGERSTOWN, MD

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