Deepthinking

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Cycle of knowledge


Little children are so innocent
They are just too young to know
What kind of world we...

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Waxing Poetically

Waxing Poetically

sometimes it seems to be
that everyone turns against me
I don't know why
I just sigh...

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Everything changes

Everything changes

If my great Grandparents came back in our age
Can you imagine what they’d...

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A picture within a picture

As I concentrate on a framed picture
It is incredible what I see
I can envisage the artist...

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Extra thought needed next...

Be very cautious how you pick things up
Do not be an idiot like me
Coz yesterday, in the...

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Deep thinking?

Deep thinking ?

I am not at all religious
ā€˜Immaculate conception’
Makes me doubt...

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My Birthday

My Birthday

It's like that, it always has been.
When I look back at memories they feel obscured
Like...

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Metaphor of a Therapy Session

Metaphor of a Therapy Session

(Maybe give me hints on what you believe in…)
(Some people leaving with no reason…)

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Dissociated Prose

Dissociated pose

This poem is always being written
Revisited, requisitely composed
...

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ā€˜On the blink’

ā€˜On the blink’

I don’t know what to write about
My mind is ā€˜on the blink’
I’m...

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Its Up To Us :)

Its up to us:)

Why does one write
About something so sad ?
A subject not worthy...

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Inspiration ā¤ļø

Inspiration

Inspiration what can I write
To amuse myself at this time of night
Lets...

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Man/Machine

Man/Machine

Pupils wide and black
Frozen are his emotions
An unforgiving mechanical schedule
He...

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His Thoughts Written By Her

Stuck Wonderin Everyday
Why She Left With Nothin To Say
Her The One That Got Away
Gone...

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Watermarks On My Heart.

Watermarks On My Heart.

My tears the colours of the rainbow,
fall from my starry eye's.
As they seep through my skin...

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sleeping ?

sleeping ?

Thoughts are stuck
Words are swallowed
Not one for luck
Even when borrowed
My...

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Lonely Pints, Crowded Bars

Lonely Pints, Crowded Bars

The stale foam sizzles from the top,
Slowly descending into blackness.
I glance up,
...