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 by Jeph Johnson my Dad taught me stuff I still don't know I learned it back when I was a kid many years ago things he did and ways... [read more] |
 Oh passing time that does go fast For how much longer will this pain last Clear my mind from time and place Step by step pace by pace [read more] |
 Tears on his cheek who shall wipe them reassure him that there's light at the end of the dark horizon? Face suntanned gummy-eyed and ajar i... [read more] |
 Some days my cranial synapses Seem to delight in mental lapses. I chew my pen, stare at the page, But thoughts are padlocked in a cage. I tr... [read more] |
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He told me he loved me I now find that hard to believe No matter what, I was his Even through all this That is what i thought Now I just... [read more] |
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Forever, I sit in my chair, My countenance, a broken stare. How do I handle all this? And how do I deal with this piss? When everything I st... [read more] |
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when I needed to talk you lent me your ear when I cried you offered a shoulder when I had gone astray you showed me the light when I coul... [read more] |
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I dreamed of you with me and how special we could be. I dreamed of you holding me tight all throughout the night. I realized these feelings... [read more] |
 a sweet little lamb in an evening of lanolin and massage a symphony of ice cubes in an environment of scotch and the raunch of a digit or... [read more] |
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Wind in the canyon On a warm summer's day The sun at their backs Finds the mustangs at play Ripping and racing They tear up the ground They... [read more] |
 My heart is twisted how I lusted in the end a demon that I often trusted lost and alone weak and afraid are you happy now that you got laid... [read more] |
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Why must you do this to me? Slice my arm, Gash my throat stab my heart My entire body full of open wounds. How they got there, dont ask me... [read more] |
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If I cant be with you I dont know what to do, because every second I feel I might lose you. Without you I would be nothing. Without seeing y... [read more] |
 Etching Frosty White patterns Painted on my picture window. With the breath of the cold winter wind. These delicate renderings in crys... [read more] |
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Thank you Thank you for being there, Even though I wasn’t aware. Thank you for watching me, Eventhough I didn’t care. You were guiding me... [read more] |