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Don't Call Me Now

Don't Call Me Now

I'm mowing the lawn - a voice suddenly calls out,
up to my ears in grass cuttings when I heard the...

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Free

He used to degrade me, he used to break me, he used to ignore me, now he hates me... Even more than before...

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Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I know I think too deep
farmers grow crops and Shepard’s move sheep
that’s just a...

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Better

Lift yourself up just to be broke down, growth is in the pain.

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Self-Sown

4)Death anxiously awaits for the door to be opened as you pretend you cannot hear it's continuos knocking...

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Bragging

made up by me (Abdullah) I am in year 9

Bragging

You're a bragger
Nasty words fly out of your mouth as fast as Usain Bolt.
Bragging.
It...

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FOOD FOR THOUGHT

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

I have better food than most - international cuisine,
everything at home from all the exotic places...

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Legislation so outdated

I talked to the I. R. D and they say their hands are tied.
That he can keep doing this to me, hate...

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A MOTHER AND HER SON

Here I am sitting amongst the ruins of the land
On my knee is my son gently holding my hand
...

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Reed Song

When I next feel inclined, I shall lean toward thee ..
Like a reed in the wind,
though...

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Not Fit.

My life complicated.
My wife undomesticated.
I am father and mother.
She a cheating...

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Bees

made up by me (Abdullah)

Bees

smoothly flying in the sky
looking for pollen so they can eat.
bees attack and sting us so...

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Raid versus woe

Black flag(s) show up
on social media platforms
when potential homicidal maniac(s)
...

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Manifestations

Manifestations

Manifestation.
Manifestation
of the
creator.
Creation
is observable....

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Fred Austere

Fred Austere

lightning claps a thunderbolt into a teacup
and I take a sip. unabashedly.
just East of my...

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Introspectator

Introspectator

in your head the sleeping is a pilgrimage
but it’s actually an arrival.
and they are the...

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PEACH BELLINI

PEACH BELLINI

Your Will-o'-the-wisp is a bonfire
In love with Blue Cheese and phantom magma
serving a dark...