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In a Rip
I feel like I'm in a rip, it's pulling me out to sea, I feel like I'm in a rip, but it's where I want to be. On the shore I see my friends, they're waving...
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How Do You Un-love a Child?
This poem is how my parents were able to un-love me and write me out of their lives forever as if I never existed.HOW DO YOU UN-LOVE A CHILD? (4.1.19) How do you un-love a child? Is there really a possible way? You bring them on earth and protect them, Yet toss them away some day. You’d die for their safety and keep...
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Disposable Me
This poem describes how I feel like a disposable person to so many people who supposedly once loved me . . . including my parents. It puts a voice to the story that I tell...DISPOSABLE ME 4.7.18 What is it about me that makes it so easy, for people to just walk away? They say that they love me, or act like they do, but time after time, they don’t stay. Other people have...
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In This Age and Day
People Wow'd too often by words Do Surrender Not asking nearly enough for actions Before raining praise On the reigning kings Whose PR teams Always Do earn their pay In this age and day
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In The Long Shadow of Loss
In the long shadow of loss I look for your shape to form In the long shadow of loss I often lose myself Vesper comes so quickly Though not upon me since the morning you left Vesper comes so quickly On...
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I’ve Been To Earth’s Funeral (A Couple Of Times)
I think the Earth has 9 lives I'm merely trying to figure out How many times Earth's already actually died So I can calculate if I should despair About the next apocalyptic scent People are shouting is in the...
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ILLUSIONISTIC LOVE
It hurts when you love someone , you ignore how much pain it causes and walk the path happily , but in the end you realise that you weren't walking a bed of roses...Covered by roses but it is a bed of thorns, it may look beautiful, so good to walk on. Maybe soft to the touch but it hurts so deep, leaving so many cicatrix that never heal. So devious...
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