Angst

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Frog on a rock

Frog on a rock

Frog on a rock in a pond full of moonlight,
croaking at the birds flying home to their roost,...

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Hiding from the light.

My parents they schooled me to plan in advance .
To not live in the moment or leave things to chance...

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If I could...

If I could I would take the stars , extract them one by one .
And fashion myself a gown of light for...

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Pain

I cry to you only but you
I scream to you only but you
You don't hear me screaming your name...

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SURVIVING THE NIGHT

SURVIVING THE NIGHT

Extricate me from this regalia of word, regaling the constant sorrow of the nebular,

Intelligible...

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Configuration degregation

Configuration degregation

Asstounding power,with valiant intensity.

Brush of a hand, meets sizzling chemistry.

...

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The Forlorn Road of Many...

The Forlorn Road of Many Steps

And on the fifth day the rain subsided,

And on a day of sunlight,

they wrote in peace...

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Red Raindrop Tears

Red Raindrop Tears

Red raindrop tears,

Red raindrop fears.

Red raindrops' demented love

Causes rain to...

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Record Player

I always thought leaving was the hardest part

It's the hearts we leave behind that ache until it's...

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Looks Like Rain

I was good once

I'm still good

Always good

I want to be bad

Really bad...

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Clinging on

You want away its plain to see

but I gotta fight for you

its been unconventional and long...

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anger

Dysfunctional, broken, splintered, sharp.

Dysfunctional, are the pieces of my heart.

...

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Boxes (Fighting writer'...

Boxes (Fighting writer's block)

I RECOGNIZE THE FACT

I SIT IN A BOX TO WRITE.

MY WRITING IS ALSO IN A BOX.
SO I...

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Escape from a pimp

Escape from a pimp

One minute on the bus
Next minute
Down
Down
Down
Town
Town...

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Dollar

Dollar

Do you got a dollar I can borrow
I'm just trying to drown my sorrow
In the bottom of a bottle...

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Pricks who massacred the...

Pricks who massacred the people in positions of leadership

If you have a few minutes to spare this morning or this evening....

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