Wooddawg : Writing

Not Yet Titled

Not Yet Titled

A Poem by Wooddawg


Partially out of orderodd kinda sortacolor outside the bordermental health disorderCorrect anwser to which one of these doesn't belongIn the discomfor..
Shrink To Fit

Shrink To Fit

A Poem by Wooddawg


In terms of math, a case of self - reduction,mass escapes and the skin loosens.Skeleton's coming to the surfaceI fade to nothing.The mark was setthe g..
Puppeteer

Puppeteer

A Poem by Wooddawg


A mirage masking the poison shitsweet like a peach till you reach the pitlift me up only to lower the lowskiss my lips to strengthen your blows.Act as..
Incompletly: The Raping part two

Incompletly: The Raping part two

A Poem by Wooddawg


Go on rape me..invade (several) inches at a once...don't bother to screamno one will believe me..Carefully uncarefull...fill me.. you f**k me till I a..
Another One of them Days

Another One of them Days

A Poem by Wooddawg


Straight from the startthe negatives playthe skeptic insidehas it, its way.Speaks with no vowelsblends in with the drums,I nod so asnot to look dumb.?..
Red Rover Red Rover Send Anxiety Right Over

Red Rover Red Rover Send Anxiety Right Over

A Poem by Wooddawg


They can't seebut I know it's coming this way.Count to nothingwhat it all adds up to anyway.No use in talkingnot a word that I sayNot that I'd want to..
Broken Hearts Make Great Tapestries

Broken Hearts Make Great Tapestries

A Poem by Wooddawg


Glimpses of foreverspecks of tomorrowsI will not let you walk into the darkness alone...The hope you needI am not.....she saidas she closed that door ..
Don't Need No Stinking Title

Don't Need No Stinking Title

A Poem by Wooddawg


Your hero was a lie I once believed. Don't feel too bad (I hope) your not the only one I deceived. Suffer from the memory of what could of been but co..
 A Bit Iffy

A Bit Iffy

A Poem by Wooddawg


If there were no daywould there be no night?If there was no blackwould there be a white?Without neitherwould there beno gray?or only gray?If there was..
R-evolution Stalling

R-evolution Stalling

A Poem by Wooddawg


If you got the doubtsthen find the timeand press rewind.Swallow your pride, look past the feareverything you think you knowis just a f*****g of your m..

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