Confession

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UNEARTHED

UNEARTHED

Your voice is the familiar echo that reverberates through my veins...igniting the pulse of my intricate...

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Just Call Me A F*****G Hip...

Just Call Me A F*****G Hip Poke Writ

Oh flibbertigibbet
damn, heil (Stuart Little) let mice
self down dagnabbit,
no matter...

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dear boys of the future

I can bite your lip all I want
but it does not mean
you have made me
hungry.
It...

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Struggle

Struggle

“Stop, don't do that.”
Control my thoughts.
Tell me things i'm supposed to do.
...

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Rememberance of us


Remembrance of us
Sometimes memories can make you smile however when things end bad and you...

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Just because an impetus...

Just because an impetus arose...

Thank dog, and cat,
no pet tee filed - late fee
incurred from this
sole heir, matted...

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Just Seventeen

Just Seventeen

I used to make up love songs & sing them just for you
Id write these...

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Blood letting

I open the wound for all to see, my lies spill out in front of me. Why does it taste sickeningly sweet,...

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Catching the dragon

Catching the dragon

I got a dragon in my head from the center eye
All the way down the tail of the inner spine
...

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Bird In A Box

Bird In A Box

I like my box
though I use to not
relish the restrictions
cause I had been...

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The faceless man

The blame falls upon the faceless man again.
Every time something goes wrong, he wears the fault...

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And no more sad songs

Hush now boy don't cry again
There's no more tears in you
Don't sing sad songs anymore...

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My Lighthouse

Part 3

My Lighthouse

I met my lighthouse about a year and a half ago when I first saw him. I thought he was a rugged and kind of...

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Light Brainstorm Dust Hail

Light Brainstorm Dust Hail

Ah haint goot
no trade secret, boot verily
attest adventitious, bounteous, and
...

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The Poet's Conception

The Poet's Conception

The Audience
is my easel
as our reality
is the canvass
that my stencil
...

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Your Body

Your Body

Skin so smooth; pores finely bestead.
Pigments of Pink and blushes of Red.

Softness curves...

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Those Thoughts

They Do It For The Fame Money And Lust
Im Alone Again Because People I Cant Trust
My Engine...