Ambassador Topic -

Misery

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Knowledge

Knowledge

What do you see when you look at me?
Is it weakness? Or someone scared? Aloof? Confused?
Can...

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FALLEN FRUIT

Innocence lost

FALLEN FRUIT

HE DRESSES REAL GOOD
AND DRIVES FINE CARS,
HE TALKS LIKE A SAVIOR,
WILLING TO AIDE...

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Appetite for Attention

The pain I feel today
and every day
for that matter ..
Is I fear, absolutely
...

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Now That My Lady Is Gone

Now that my lady is gone away
I would much rather
be somewhere or somebody else
I...

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ALL & NOTHING

Maybe a bit?

ALL & NOTHING

Every year I grow older, not wiser
I see my future leave from my grasp,
The smoke clears,...

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That Last Time Look

the end is in sight for shore .. by the way, that's not a...

Although far more
than just
a casual glance ..
But less intense
than a...

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Personal vicissitudes...

Personal vicissitudes pronounced irrepressible self loathing

Ever since mine late boyhood
when unstoppable coded
cellular processes did segue
I...

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Lost

Lost

She is a needle
My mental-flaws the haystack
She felt overwhelmed

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Isolation

Isolation

In a room full of people,
I never felt so isolated,
In a world full of chaos,
never...

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GUNS KILL


Guns kill
Always have always will
Innocent lives lost
At what cost ?

...

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MY YOUNG SON ASKS

My young son of four was praying by his bed
Being his father I listened hard to what he said...

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Bitter Wines of Retribution

Bitter Wines of Retribution

I made my bed, and I lie in shredded shambles
In earned affliction of a blue, forgotten moon
...

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Her Last Day

Her Last Day

She held the razor blade in her hand..
Trembling, she reflects on her life.
Lost and alone in...

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Dead By Birthday

04/26

Dead By Birthday

Oh look at the days torn out before your eyes
It’s almost time, isn’t it?
For your big...

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TORTURED BETWEEN THE WALLS

Abused.. get help.

TORTURED BETWEEN THE WALLS

HOW MANY MORE TIMES
MUST YOUR FIST CARESS MY FACE,
LEAVING MY EYES BLOODSHOT
AND MY...

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Shadow World

Shadow World

Sometimes frightening—but not entirely grim

We learn to just breathe with it

The kind that...