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A collection of poetry born from the angst and curiosity of youth.
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Your lips are
painted like the setting sun
And stumble
over speeches soaked in drink,
Excusing us
outside to have some fun,
Ignoring w..
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The guards bring forth the wretched soul, who shakes
like brittle leaves,
They march him forward, barefoot on the earth.
In twenty years of..
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Life ain’t that bad man, you’re just bad at it;
You didn’t have to drink like he did and smoke to look
cool,
You didn’t..
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One of the greatest and most terrible events in history. Let us be humbled.
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Deceitful twice is the babe’s gargoyle face,
It’s grimace seeming hideously old
By rights belonging to a heathen race,
Is yet..
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First draft of a poem about my relationship with God/religion growing up.
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Another cactus
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The Drums they beat
And the band they play
And repeat and repeat
After night after day
And the dancers dance
And they’re wil..
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My soul is bones and barely skin,
It will not take anything in,
It cannot bring itself to eat
But salt and crackers. In complete
Contr..
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