Lost

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DUMPS FOR MINDS

DUMPS FOR MINDS

When people lose their Minds...

Where do they go?

Lost in Space?

Just floating...

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YOU'RE SO CUTE!

YOU'RE SO CUTE!

You standing there...

With your tantrums and your masks...

With your blow horns and signs...

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AHEAD OF ITS TIME

AHEAD OF ITS TIME

The Songs we grew up to...

If its ahead of its time...

Does it mean we are too?

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THE BOOK OF RULES

THE BOOK OF RULES

Believe what they say...

Do what your told...

Believe the Lies...

You'll get a turn...

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Part of A Whole That Needs...

There is part of a whole
that needs
to be mended and crying
out for attention .....

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Soul

Soul


She hovers over me
when I sleep, when I wake
she follows me to the supermarket...

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Breaking Glass

Life is a lot harder than we'd like to think.

I honestly don't know how many more obstacles in life I can take
I feel like I'm sheltered now only...

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Self love

Self love

It’s like a feeling you can’t escape
self love they say, turns into self hate
you can’t love...

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Dementia’s Cruel Kiss

There were clearly things lost
within himself
quite unlike any puzzle or maze
he had...

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Untitled

I got lost

People tell lies
And I don't understand
Like the other day
When I got on the tram...

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The Mist of Forgotten Dreams

"Wrapped in mist, she stands still, A quiet strength, a...

The Mist of Forgotten Dreams

In silent mist, her past appears,
Soft whispers of forgotten years.
The dreams she buried,...

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Wilderness

There is an unfamiliar feeling
befallen this wilderness
and I was so hoping for snow .....

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Stumbling in the Dark

Stumbling in the Dark

I am like dandelion seeds
briefly drifting about
and fragile as glass slippers
...

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Black Pearls

She was, in every sense
a real delight,
but very strange indeed ..
She said,
...

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Untitled

Untitled

I cry in tears of loneliness. The pain is repetitive and aged with regret....