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Love is a rose

Poem out of my book: Lost Love

Love is a rose

Love is like a rose
It’s beautiful in every way
With soft petals so fragile
And a...

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My Heart

My Heart

The first time
you peed
on my shoe
made me realize
how much I love you

...

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on your planet

I can only imagine that God...
he meant well
I mustn't think for one second
that he...

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Flames of America

Flames of America

Patriotic flames burning with red, white, and blue
Flames of America that burn with freedom...

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at midnight,

The bench, at midnight,
Is the only place to be
Just still air and the deep dark
Some...

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Dream Sequence

Dream Sequence

I woke up from a dream but it still carried on,
a passage with paintings on the wall, shined upon...

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IT'S A TRUE STORY

It sounds like fiction too unbelievable to be true
However this story is fact and I'll tell it to...

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Mein kampf analogous to one...

Mein kampf analogous to one long run on unparsed sentence fragment

Heavily punctuated - hyphen
to embellish poetically
with bracing circumspection,
I...

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Momentum

Prayers of old.

The Momentum of how it swings when the breeze is all but sound, it's a graveyard of endless love,...

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The Joker

The Joker

I started as Jack of spades ♠️
sliding in and out of everyone’s hand
I would do it all day...

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Love is present and in past.

I've never been good at goodbyes but I feel it closing in, its like a ghost that reaches out his sentiment...

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All the times you cut my body 

All the times you cut my body 

The first time was when you broke my trust
The second, when you looked at me in disgust
The...

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Conyack

Conyack

Here is your straw
An that lil conqack
Im rubbing my name on
Your back
You been...

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Etna

She was once, so very, very hot
and she knew it
the boys then, called her Etna ..
and...

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Artificial Types

Dystopia

Artificial Types

Artificial types
With headphones instead of ears:
Solipsistic and
Apathetic, they seem...

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The Thoughts Of A Call...

Wage-Slavery

The Thoughts Of A Call Centre Operator

I'm not respected.
For I am just a number.
All day long I go
Through the motions. O I...

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Superficial Societies

Inspired By Banksy's ' Mobile Lovers' ( See Poem...

Superficial Societies

Narcissists display
their fashion accessories
like peacocks. They clutch
their latest...