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It must be raining
A Poem by
Xander Sinpatrick
Pain reflects life while being alone feels less exquisite Lust only begins to allow mental instability Which in turn is the reason we reach out fo..
Self Exposure
A Poem by
Xander Sinpatrick
To look To notice To react To Change If Existence If failure If pain Is to blame Then to realize Then to dispose of Then to cast away th..
Life in a box
A Poem by
Xander Sinpatrick
All that we know is never the puzzle in the form of complete All that is granted and taken for certain is mostly hopes and dreams not yet familiar ..
A monster named Pain
A Poem by
Xander Sinpatrick
Pages turn while chapters end In this life I've bled for change. Living in a shell of angst and unwanted challenges I have ushered my love to the b..
Untitled inspiration
A Poem by
Xander Sinpatrick
I am dreaming of the day when love conquers fear and the pain washes away with the dawn of our fortunate splendor
Take out the trash
A Poem by
Xander Sinpatrick
Over and over in my mind I search. Unsure of the tenacious approach and The series of beings selling lies through propaganda. I am left in this pit..
Some say love is unending and I agree
A Poem by
Xander Sinpatrick
This is what I wrote and said to my wife on our wedding day We are now divorced but I can never forget my vows
Dawn is the most beautiful time of day
A Poem by
Xander Sinpatrick
Up early again thinking were I went wrong this time Its non-stop questions that I reflect in my head but still cant grasp any answers... It seem..
In a season of dreams
A Poem by
Xander Sinpatrick
I had a dream I was not afraid I had a dream I was allowed to forgive those who hurt I had a dream That you were there Loving me like you had on..
The truth is left in a field to the right
A Poem by
Xander Sinpatrick
no solitude no wicked crime or equal reason hollowed ground is always left in one of four seasons confidence has left us feeling like leeches Lo..
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