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The extreme starts to scream, it wants to consume us,It''s what we want to be, so don''t coat us like rust.Don''t blind our eyes as silence dies,Get o..
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The empty house talks in my headIt tells me of the pain aheadThe road to heaven leads through hellSeparated by a wallDifferent roads that rise and fal..
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To my motherWhy can we not be close?It's not live we live underSome otherSky or wonder.I know you careIf you could acceptThat I might never bring home..
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The skin on my knuckles is torn away.My head hurts and I am sleepless.It is here to stay.Remember that day,Bark on fist,Fury in the mist.These memorie..
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The cocopops taste better in solitude,Alone at night, they crunch in their multitude.All the while, the slaves and sheep dance together in a field;And..
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Help me make it through the night.Dread and fearI cannot do what’s right.Afraid of regret and damageA terrible, pitiful sight.Energy swirling,So..
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The drums are beating,Rhythmic melancholy.Touch the metal holly; Feel it strike your body.The drums are beating,In the stars,In your ear,Up on Mars,Fe..
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This is the first poem I've written for a while and it's helped me get rid of alot of excess emotion I've been feeling at the moment.
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A sequal poem to Tequila? Again, I haven't written any poems for a while, but these two and a sequal poem to this I will hopefully be working on at so..
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This is the final of the three-part poem, Tequila. I think this sums up how I feel now, and it flowed so naturally as I wrote it it was unbelievable.
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