Despair

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Blackbird

Blackbird

time flies upon the wings
of missing
enchanted endless winters
eclipsed in an enigma...

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Mental Relapse

Mental Relapse

I'm sitting on the edge with these broken feet
Got some miles on these shoes and it's killing me...

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Blurred Edges

Blurred Edges

Beneath words, emptiness still bears its scars; the self inflicted wounds scabbed...

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Spirit Glow

Laurie

Spirit Glow
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The dreamer

The dreamer

Along paths of defeat
There is power of victory
Plans thwarted or dreams killed
But...

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Drifting Away

Drifting Away

We seemed so very close as though we were in bondage tied to insane love
Then some sort of storm...

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They're Coming

They're Coming

The hot breath of your close memory whispers and blisters my neck.
Scrolls of my skin immortalize a...

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A Trial

A Trial

As darkness gathers around," you're not my judge"!
Feeling all the hate, it seethes and holds a...

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Depths Of Deprivation

Mothers stealing and begging for baby formula,
People going to hygiene banks
Most of them are...

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Farewell..

Farewell..

I whispered the only words I knew;
I'm bleeding with madness,
Normality has lost existence,...

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Her Cinder Path

Her Cinder Path

Behind shuttered windows of her mind,
A spent candle that once burned bright.
Bygone musings...

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Depression

Depression

Rays of warmth and light...
Swallowed whole, in abysmal bleakness.
Continuous loathing fight...

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The hurt of war

We live to die
while others die to live
wars rage on
Stormy skies
Trying to...

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Alone this Christmas.

Alone this Christmas.

How was it that I ended up in an empty space to call home?

I realise I am alone in my giving...

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The Dirt

The Dirt

Phase 4-The Dirt

I feel myself sinking into a desolate lull

and wearily grasping for...

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Survivor

Survivor

I’m a Survivor of his wondering hands that he somehow found it so hard to control
Those hand taught...

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GROUP HUG

there was never a word said or
thought
about dying
no...

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