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Self-Pity
A Poem by
timcampbell
do you pity me?i can tell what you thinkwhen you’re asleepyour head’s in the cloudsyour head to the sideyour eyes are still openbut you do..
all i ever wanted...
A Poem by
timcampbell
All I ever really wanted folded hands, a dream of something.A good-bye before you leave and a gift to receive.All I ever really wanted was a pair of l..
try me on
A Poem by
timcampbell
you picked me up to show me off and i embraced you till you said let go you said stop stretching, that i don't fit you just wanted me to fill that ..
assurance
A Poem by
timcampbell
if the heavens had set a limit if the heavens had set a goal some unspeakable barrier or an unmentionable toll that to be passed must be paid or ..
stopping in a hall of mirrors:
A Poem by
timcampbell
i was looking out into the night, into the pool i was waiting for a wave to come crash over me and take me down i looked into the water and s..
dear doctor,
A Poem by
timcampbell
i need new valves to be able to pump the blood i once did and to love again i've got this ruptured wall and i'm gonna need you to patch it up b..
falling...
A Poem by
timcampbell
there's nothing i can do. i guess i've really fallen for you. my recent disposition has come to your attention and i hope you ..
safety
A Poem by
timcampbell
he begins to drink at half past five and really starts to feel alive so, soon he hits the slot machines through gambling, he's..
i just couldn\'t shake that feeling afterwards.
A Poem by
timcampbell
aimlessly wandering the dock the wind suddenly stopping leaving behind still waters engines sound noisily boats roar past me ..
i blame it on me.
A Poem by
timcampbell
there was this itch inside of me, this feeling: had to be free. and when it so happens of course, it's like it always was before. did i really d..
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