Anxiety

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Anxiety

Anxiety
my friend here you are
how long has it been now
I walked a path bereft of your...

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How Do I Tell Them

How Do I Tell Them

How do I tell the ones I love since
Helen's my wife their mother been gone no longer do have an...

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Ticky Tock Ticking

Dripping dropping droplets scattered thoughts so fast.

Screeching screaming ring of silence on...

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Monsters

Monsters

I know monsters aren't real,
But are they really fictional?

We see monsters...

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Lights, Camera... Action

Lights, Camera... Action

A flash of white then the endless sound of silence.
The monotone thoughts stir in your subconcious...

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Hero

Hero

She's not a hero with a cape, instead she wears a scarf.
She walks with confidence and gives me...

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Open up the curtains...

Open up the curtains...

Let's open the curtains
To doom and gloom merchants
It's a way to release
It is a way...

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Algorythms

Algorythms by Angeliquoi?

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Drinking

Drinking

Stumble through the door
I'm not a good girl no more
went out last night, now it's light...

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Rhythm to Mayhem

Here I am in this Everlasting Light
Pondering where the outcome Maybe
Stressing on the world...

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Tired Mind

Tired Mind

In a haze, in a dream
Demons writhing, dark unseen
My two faces call it war
Don't know...

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Mirror

Mirror

Looking in the mirror
whose that staring back?
Apparently it's me but I always hate what I...

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Sealed

Sealed

Abandon all but functionality,
And leave purpose to rot.

Obey your generous orders,
...

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A Verse

A Verse

This Is a verse I wanted to write to thank-you all here
on this site, for reading the poems true...

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Into The Maelstrom

Into The Maelstrom

(hub ridged version)

All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of...

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A,A

A,A

he wasn't anonymous
we knew him...
we knew him that night,
he said he was sleeping...

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Forgotten dust particles

Sometimes,
Being alone when the angels,
Or demons call me
Is ominously comforting....