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There’s this thing, right, that tells me
when I’m losing my sight,
and helps me see my soul.
The
lonely nights are enough to make me c..
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A short piece of writing that asks you to think.
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Limp. That’s how I feel. Limp.
My brain is an overripe tomato,
my heart an old apple.
My soul microwaved toast.
Here I am, sitting home al..
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Something I wrote during high school. As I'm sure you can guess, I wasn't having a great time, though that was purely me and nothing to do with my poo..
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Shadows dart over uneven ground,
Wisps of ill wind in a world of the sick.
Dark clouds fly by like great black war hounds
Chasing the gears that ma..
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Behind meHe will see,'TwixT The Trees andRunning free,The d e b r i s of the bro ken path.Lionheart,Demon's Bane,HEAD and foot,all the sameAmongst the..
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Am I blind for what I've done?I cannot feel, it's made me numb.To this earth, I have fallen;Iced in time, still and frozen.
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Follow him, day and night.'Neath his shoes, five feet behind.When it's night and he tries sleep,He can't see you, can you seeMe.
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There is a man who is both prowler and father;He comes from your block, grew up with your brothers,Had similar ideals.You hardly know him in his boots..
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Dark on dark to the guiding light of the silver,Only ever beholden to the gold that grants it life and purpose.Simple, and open to the prying eyes of ..
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