Death

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A frill in the head

A frill in the head

A frill in the head
telling me how to die,
dressed in red
write my own elegy.

...

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When the Rain Came Down

When the Rain Came Down

There is something I can never forget,
Despite never having seen.
Some people think the...

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~ The Tolling Of The Bells ~

~ The Tolling Of The Bells ~

One of the affections truly disposed
Is envy and its bells
With vehement wishes so supposed...

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THE VISITOR-----AND THE...

Boxed gallery of horizontal faces
fretless seamless crushed
into dust filled caverns
...

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The Mummy

The Mummy

Buried in darkened depths midst dune,
Whispers echo inside, entombed.
Stones of grandeur...

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TRANSFORMED TO A...

TRANSFORMED TO A MARSHMALLOW ON A STICK

America is on the rise for the fall...

One step closer...

We're doing really well so far...

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One

One

I am just one.
Feelings I can’t express.
Deaf, dumb, and blind.
To me death would be...

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does hatred die behind a...

To make hatred disappear in a river of a flood,
What is it we truly want to gain?
Does...

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I PAINTED MY ROOM BLACK-TO...

Shiny
brittle
thoughts
never dance inside my head
youths distant shout
...

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Dancing with the Devil

Dancing with the Devil

Ive never felt this down
I’m so empty I’m starting to quiver
Knowing I’ll eventually drown...

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LIVING A DEAD LIE

Every day people die silently
And the death acts violently
No one mourns, no one cries...

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Precious Lives

Precious Lives

Innocent lives cut short
Seemingly bright future abort
No longer will they see
Stars...

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Emotional Loss

Emotional Loss

They say Death comes in threes,
I will never understand,
Does Mr. Grimm have a grudge?...

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Long gone

Long gone

through a temporary conclusion,
I find no solution to the pollution in my mind .
Dangling...

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My Life Is Flashing Before...

Two minutes after eating, my wife opened a jar that contained bees.
They've stung me several times...

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The Bomber

We had been instructed, there had to be a jihad,
it was a clear passage, as martyrs, nothing would...