Worry

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The Show Of Shows-Part II

The Show Of Shows-Part II

It’s now early Monday morning, as I write these words to you;
About the Antique Show of yesterday,...

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The Show Of Shows-Part I

The Show Of Shows-Part I

Tomorrow is very important, we are praying that it goes well;
At the antique show we are doing,...

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Funnelist

Funnelist

Were young and were reckless
Faceless... what do you mean ?! We put on so many different faces ....

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Alone...

Alone...

Deafening sound of silence
Submerged into my hollow abyss
Vacant pages of my own truth...

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Bada Bing Bada Boom

Bada Bing Bada Boom

Yesterday, I had my surgery, first thing at nine a.m.;
It went so smoothly, I could not believe it...

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Worried

Worried

Today
Has been
a
Day

Worries
of my
Children

Worries...

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I love how much....

I love how much you worry,
i love how much you care,
i love it when you hold me tight and run...

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Tension

Now, close your mouth and keep your thoughts to yourself.
Keep the opinions on a shelf.
Leave...

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Grey - The colour of...

Grey - The colour of compromise

Compromise lives
in uncertainty’s world
a sense of not knowing
what path one should...

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WINE

WINE

W as it just my I magination? N ot E xactly.

W hat did I N ot understand? E verything.

W...

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Logged in...or out?

Logged in...or out?

Dishevelled
Mixed up
Round-a-bout
All over where I shoulda been

Logged in now...

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...

I am always afraid,
Always looking over my shoulder.
My master hates me.
Tormenting me...

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Why

Why

What is left to say?
when all that's left is grey?
what more can I do?
what is left...

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Heart

Heart

How could you have done this to me? You betrayed a trust I once had, that's plain to see. An iron door and...

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Why?

Why?

Why?
Why do I try to have composure yet I feel like a savage?
Why do I try to write chapters...

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battlefield

There's a battlefield in her mind.

Stars tangled up in her hair.

Sun warmer in her eyes...

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Listen to the Quiet

Here I am, it is 2am,
Sitting at my counter.
What did I do today?
What will I do...