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I'm No PoetI'm no poetBut I sure sound like one sometimesFrom my grammarTo the misused punctuationI can expressWhat I feelFrom my mindTo white paperPa..
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AndromedaSilent flattery’s kiss,Womb of lumens,A touch of images,Thighs of dark stars…Silver moon in a quarter dance,Splice of lifetimes,..
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PoetsDo not listen to the hunting dogsbaying in dark woods, or the blackflies buzzing around in your headremembering long dead friends.Poets have done..
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Living LikeWhen I was,Just about fourteen years old,I started actually writing.So with that said……I’m back at it again, mind do lo..
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A Broken RecordI feel like I’m a broken record,Saying the same things I say everyday,Issuing warnings that they’ve already heard,Just on a..
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The PictureOn a dusty shelf,is a picture that is tornIt stood out in pure darknessA picture to be bornHis and her face,and nothing moreIt made my face..
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The Rose of Days PassedBudding and docile, so it remained,Innocent and radiant,It soaked up the sun and enjoyed the showers of the clouds,The world wa..
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Pale Style, Mad Pills, and a HammerEverything goes from great to mad, like an episode of Breaking BadI think I caught a case of better face the factsT..
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Without WarningYou left without warning,Gone to the world in a peaceful needle coma,I didn’t get the call this morning,I got it last night,That ..
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I Don’t Mind The Rain AnymoreThe simple things like the rain,Don’t bug me anymore,I embrace it now,Cause they all remain the same,The pain..
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