Human

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WHEN DID HUMAN BECOME A BAD...

WHEN DID HUMAN BECOME A BAD WORD?

Maybe, you're not very old...

Maybe, you don't have as many memories of what life used to be like...

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Human after all

Human after all

Amongst the city
Under the stars

We live

Glorious we think

Trivial...

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who are we?

a poem questioning humanity

who are we as a people of earth? are we just here?

because lets face it, we keep questioning our...

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star people

star people

I've always wondered why stars are so stunning from afar
Even though they're just a bunch of planet...

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Watchng The Rain

Watchng The Rain

I was on a tropical island drinking with Ben Affleck,
looking out to sea whilst we lounged on a...

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Mirror-touch

Your body is like a mirror
Reflecting the sensation, not the image
A perfect replica of each...

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On Our Backs

Laying down for something
The specifics are immaterial

We all prostitute ourselves
...

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Along Came A Spider

Along Came A Spider

Finding who I am not blaming anyone
I was born a certain way but I am not wanting to stay
I...

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Certain

Certain

Wild as a child, done been free… your worries don’t ever worry me. I’ve been around and I felt, seen and...

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Nosferatu

Nosferatu

Heady fragrance arose,
Keen talons, carnage blows
Rouge weeps intensely deep,
Ruthless...

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BOIL ON HIS BUM

He arrived urgently at just before three
It was a doctor that he wanted to see
A boil...

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People

“Why people don’t care”

People are horrible
People don’t care about who you are or your well being
People I hate you...

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A Victims Environment

Make goals to watch them fall apart, triple stitch the seams next time and maybe then they will hold,...

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Wonderment at existence - mine

born January 13th, mcmlix

under Capricorn sign.

With my scrunched
and bushy furrowed brow
I often ponder...

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The Gifts of Mankind

The Gifts of Mankind

We would have nothing to breathe, without smoke
We would have nothing to walk on, without concrete...

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superhuman ability

the power is the
superhuman ability
the power is the superhuman,
sense of ability...

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Egoism

Egoism

Every detestable one of you, pietist or liar
Grant me what I most desire!
Object and you’ll...