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 I stand there, waving these people I once knew leaving they don't wave back they just look ahead never looking never lisining to my crys my... [read more] |
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Death, reality. Life, fiction. it is no longer reality that I fear, it is the fiction of life. [read more] |
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She thretens me tempts me to let loose I won't, I can't I refuse to lose control they say we abuse them what about when they abuse us if I... [read more] |
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At the stroke of midnight the bellfree rung in the nearby tree the lark's song sung by warm river two sit down on it's banks of dry grassy g... [read more] |
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always expecting and never forgetting of the man he wants me to be can I forgive him, he wants me to be him I don't think he will ever see w... [read more] |
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Secluded in a quiet room my tender thoughts begin to loom images of summer spring and fall thought of escape rise thaen fall in the black of... [read more] |
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You try to use me, my poetry. I can't turn it on and off but I don't think you understand. You try to use guilt to make me work for you it t... [read more] |
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Traded me for her Never a second glance three weeks compaired to three years but I understand I am only a nobody [read more] |
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A fearsome fire pop and crackle the chains above clink and rattle a crippled skeleton long since dead broken limbs and severed head twas a v... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson pity the painter whose strokes betray brilliance battling alcohol early ideas clear with conscience soon became ... [read more] |
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In the darkest corner of the alley is where you will find me, Slumped in a position of discomfort, Staring at old photos, memories, As I liv... [read more] |
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Why do we ware this mask of stress and hurt? As we go through the days and weeks I realize that the people that hurt us Aren't enemy's... [read more] |
 What might be an 'o' for you is an 'O' for someone else or just an '0' for me Is it the whole? or is it the nothing? or is it both? Or just... [read more] |
 you ripped right throught my heart etched wounds, envelope my soul words were your weapon, your spike you entered one foggy.....dark night a... [read more] |
 Doom like fog combs through the Devil’s Backbone Lengthening into strands of melancholy Dampened by sweet…sweeter tears. Feel the missing be... [read more] |