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Poetry
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To the person I hate
To the person I hate: You have always held me back, you do not care who you hurt and you do not know why it is that you’d want you hurt them. You are ugly and nasty you...
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To the person I hate
To the person I hate: You have always held me back, you do not care who you hurt and you do not know why it is that you’d want you hurt them. You are ugly and nasty you...
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Masked Fears
The Constant push and pull of longing to be happy and not being happy. After trying for so long to find happiness and not getting any rewards. In turn, you should wait on happiness...Isn’t it clear, i just want to disappear, So why do you hold me back? Why do you imprison me; why do you interfere. Just let me go. You can’t help me because it's too late. There is no...
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She Controls Time
Lost I stop afraid of the moment Your eyes as they meet mine Beauty stolen from Gods Force my eyes to bow A smile As you turn Puts life to my soul This bête féminin Watches From high cheek to chin Celtic déesse féminin...
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Touch of Cotillion
And so I say – Zingaro What did we do to dance from front to back? Known for our smiles and tightness of buttocks Let us get primp. Take to the streets from post to post Chased by law...
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Poet
Take a drink. Do not be afraid. Feel the world turning. Colour and shades mixing. Take off your dreams. Follow me down the path. Stagger from side to side. Step off the edge. Bleed the grass. Take the gifts from the children. Dance beneath...
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Disease
Mine own touch My Fear My speeches Dried leaves in the wind And so it comes to this dear whiskey Infected The great pleasure hides horns Death rides micro paths King of the suicide bravado How quick the shadow twists Carefree – arrogant –...
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Ever
The night now ends-continues anew. I stray from quiet light. To our room. Controlled. Silent like a shadow. I turn the knob. Open the door. Follow its motion. Strain to its creaks. On our bed. The cover white and flowered. I find my eyes quest. A light. Dashes...
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Here to Heaven
Born simply To a backwoods tribe A gift from many honours From many Gods A messenger of Balders spirit my itch Asunder is my mind Through twelve year old eyes - amazed I watched - daily Slab by slab Pillar by pillar The bridging...
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Assassin and the Angel
Is an IRA assassin torn by emotion, thinking about life and the imaginary love that he fights forSomething digs and swirls through the cortex of the mind. Grey masses revolting. A distinct secretion wetting my brow rolling down the tip of my nose. I wait on the roof of a house of God. Then from extended Celtic member fire...
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