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 Beat the drums louder,pipe the pipes faster, That is the way to drown out disaster. The soldiers all huddles on sand dunes. They had been f... [read more] |
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To roller blade on moon beams, Freefall on a summer breeze, To land in a field of apple blossom, And dance to meet the dawn. To stand naked... [read more] |
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The fly on the window Buzzed,bumped and crawled. Is it on the outside, Trying to get in? Is it on the inside Trying to get out? I picked up... [read more] |
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I crept out of bed quietly,when the house was asleep. Then out of the back door,and up into my tree. This was the way to watch the fireflie... [read more] |
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Up the blutty ladder, start work on the thresher. My guts are all on fire. Down the blutty ladder. Crouch behind the shed. Up the blutty la... [read more] |
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Childhood dawns frosted and sparkled, To be gazed at in wonder, Through windows closed,and spider web patterned. When the cold could be endu... [read more] |
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How does one grow old "gracefully"?, We are told that we should! Buit why,and how should we? We no longer tell our families how to behave, T... [read more] |
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Laying in bed thinking, finally sleeping. Dreaming of Refugees hands outstretched, weeping. In lines of homeless, dispossessed humans. Broke... [read more] |
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Me forgetting, She infuriating. We arguing, Then appologising. Hugs and Kisses, We snuggle up! I think I'll forget, Again tomorrow.... [read more] |
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Standing in a Flanders trench,the young Soldier Peered into the gloom,as he waited for stand down, Which would signal the dawn,and rest fro... [read more] |
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Cold eyes,tight Telling me to go away from where I once lived in the warm glow of love. Now cast aside,like plastic wrapping the chocolate... [read more] |
 Mother, Mother why do you bother trying to help me Suffer, Suffer don't try to cover the pain that I see Motivation nee... [read more] |
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colors patterns swirling around nothing meshing voices in the distance calling reaching out to me constantly bombarded with sounds im... [read more] |
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Sitting here in a prison I myself have created Wondering if an escape attempt would be belated I'm forced to be here dazed and dilapi... [read more] |
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Sittin' at the bus stop Wonderin' where the fuck I'm goin' Starin' at the gray sky Askin' myself just why I'm cryin' Cuz I don't know... [read more] |