Lifeless

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The Day Before the Irish...

The Day Before the Irish Referendum

Women’s rights. Women’s rights,
Babies’ rights. Babies' rights
Get your rosaries off our...

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Bright Lights and Dark Nights

Bright Lights and Dark Nights

Those bright lights,
Glowing on dark nights.
They look amazing,
With you and a glass...

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TIME TO SPEAK OF GOODBYE

time to tear your face
peeling hours caressing bloody failing vines
break my fingers with...

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Hate

She's the hate within me. She's the nightmare that I have at night, and the tear that rolls down my cheek....

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Never Be The Same

I was carried in a human body that was protected from all the harm
except for what was put in my...

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Abstract Darkness

Abstract Darkness

Words aren’t coming.
Light isn’t shining.
Things aren’t being

Without you.

...

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Parodist's Mirage

Parodist's Mirage

I feel
a poetic
dehydration
coming
where
my
words
are...

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I miss you

The heart beat resonates
In a slow quiet hush
Its lost the passion and the love
Deep...

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The one who was scorned...

The one who was scorned...

A ray of light
Brings to those a summer's night
Sooner or later I want to fly home where I...

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Dead or Dying?

Dead or Dying?

The darkness is closing in,
the light darkens more and more,
I feel as if I'm a sin,
...

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LEFT BEHIND

LEFT BEHIND

Perhaps I'm not all there
Old and worse for wear
I've been left behind, forgotten
No...

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Goodbye Dreams, Hello Reality

It was love at first sight
the way our eyes locked
couldn't break open or unlock
the...

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Tragic terrorism

Tragic terrorism

Out of bed early that morning,
Excited to say,
We were going to the Manchester concert that...

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SOUR MILK.

SOUR MILK.

"The Breakfast Chronicles."

I don’t want to wait
for love,
for a white dove,
...

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Pills

Pills

It was before I awoke that I was alive, I wasn't thinking. I was just faded and day dreaming. Let me stress...

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Scars

Scars

The marks on my wrists
aren't hard to miss.
But they're just from cats,
playing, as is...