![On boredom](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Bored bored bored, mind numbing thudPerpetuating the mental sludge through which I wadeAn unending wheelspin in my racing mindOh to break free in a fl..
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![The beauty of friendship](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
A friend is a friend, a simple ideaEven an infant can graspYet never dream of the gravityIn that momentTwo minds meet, and share a thoughtWho'd have k..
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![Returning home](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
My bedroom, a place where ages collide, visions of my former selfThe memories flood back, of days still lit by the orange glow of childhood memory, be..
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![Consolation](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
With nature comes innocence, purity with no shadow of malice. The warmth of the sun on my back reminds me not to worry, the weight is lifted, the dice..
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![Vibrance](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Nature's beauty rings in my ears, the overwhelming pulse bombarding the senses with colour and complexity. Such fantastic vibrance, almost transcenden..
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![Emptiness](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Life, the humdrum of daily existence toils on into nowhere above the external abyss of emptiness,blackness encroaches in with no notion of barriers se..
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![Lament](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
We're just humansFloundering on an endless oceanNo way but downGo with me
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![Return to me](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
My tears pour onto the page like bloodStraight from my heart they blight the pageEmotions flow uncontrolled through wordsBlowing me in a tide of hurtI..
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![Outpouring](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
My soul cries out in despairThere is not purity to convey my heartThe sea of love is muddiedHow can this be lifeThe rose is wiltingAnd so my hope wilt..
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![Love not blossomed](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
So hard to find the words for how I feelMy heart throbs deep the blues that poets singA sea of emotion swamps my wakingShe is the land I yearn for wit..
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