Anguish

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Drs thinking they are right...

Sorry for all the bad language and sorry to the decent Drs out there but is how I've been made to feel...

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Whispering Edge

Whispering Edge

Weak mortal bodies spread.
honesty is crossed out as humility enters.
Life is worth nothing...

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The ticking tock

Tick tock tick tock
Goes my German cuckoo clock
Though I am very fond of it
This...

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TWO MONTHS AGO TODAY

TWO MONTHS AGO TODAY

"You do know I love you" were the last words he spoke
My dad was just an ordinary working class...

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BURNT TOAST (HANGOVER FROM...

BURNT TOAST (HANGOVER FROM HELL)

Too much alcohol from the night before
My head is still spinning that's for sure
I looked...

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Sinfully seduced

How hauntingly sorrowful
My heart does yearn
How shall my soul desire to learn
To...

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Life challenges

How happy is the misplacement loss!
Does the loss make you shiver?
does it?

I cannot...

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dear Pain

dear Pain

Dear pain
Why do you hold on to me so tight?
Your words empressive bite.
Im claimed...

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Poor lost souls?

A Congregation of densely packed unfortunate lost souls

Sardined similar to a swarm of bothersome...

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Defining Tinnitus

Defining Tinnitus

I am a soul that appreciates silence
Tho this very rarely is the case...

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Inaudible sorrows

Inaudible sorrows

My sorrows lie on the outside of your window for but a second before becoming one of many rain drops on the...

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Brainstorming (For Me)...

Brainstorming (For Me) Generates "Writer's Block"

Lesson obstruction,
but more so an over
whelming flood of ideas
makes dredging,...

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The Brave

The Brave

Lying under a blanketed star lit sky
Wondering if or when it's our turn to die...

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Ouch my back ?

‘Dammit & bletherations’
I’ve just went & knacked me back
Was only getting stuff out...

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Living on the streets?

Living on the streets

What a squanderer
Living in the gutter
Feeding from bins...

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WHEN WILL MURDEROUS SPREES...

WHEN WILL MURDEROUS SPREES END???

An unprovoked angry, bloody,
and deadly war zone
on an unprovoked whim
dispassionately...

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Matthew Brown

Waving af the station
Hanky in her hand
They parted with a kiss
At the platform D...