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 I commited the crime Now I am face with the time For your actions never punished So unaware, the games far from finished I did my time, admi... [read more] |
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Guilty feelings rose up inside Words I had said because you lied I couldn't believe it, I thought it was true About what happened between th... [read more] |
 I lay in bed at night shadows creep out and fill my room with darkness I lie here awake Too afraid of what would happen if i were to fall as... [read more] |
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Blue is all around us Blue is the sky Blue is a bird Blue is the ocean Blue is a flower That's the beauty of blue All these things are magni... [read more] |
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A soul, lost in the wind, is heard, on a somber day. Gray clouds, fill the sky, as the souls in the wind, speak to my heart. They talk of tr... [read more] |
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Before you can learn, to love again, you must take it slow, your heart must mend. ~ You lost your love, and your baby too. Through a mutual... [read more] |
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Minute by minute, pass by, and I sit and wonder, if you’re still clinging to life, or if you’ve let go. Minutes turn to hours, still no word... [read more] |
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Why do I deserve to live, when your life, could possibly be over? ~ Why do I deserve to live, while you’re lying in a hospital bed, clinging... [read more] |
 here i am back now in this silent garden of sunset and deep shadow growing on shrubs and trees this garden with its sorrow pruned back... [read more] |
 I SAW GOD, THE POTTE... [read more] |
 Get up Lets see what you're made of Bring it on You know I'm not afraid There's no way That you can slow me down now It's time To show you w... [read more] |
 Plastic embittered harridan Edging into the cauldron Vodka veined beaten up face Like a bag of spanners Black edged petals float and fall P... [read more] |
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she screams at me for no reason I listen with tears in my eyes Dig my nails deeper in my side Until it bleeds uncontrolled I try to fix wha... [read more] |
 The Sanitorium I sat waiting in the peacefulness of the garden the scent of roses and fresh grass in the air... [read more] |
 To hoard or count farthings .. from her soul is a far thing TRIANGLES What if Alan Ginsburg went back in time.. escaped the Warsaw ghetto... [read more] |